Okay, so last week I was really, really sick with this cold/flu thing. I'm finally up and feeling like my old chipper self. I got out of bed at 7:30 this morning, showered and began my day.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing... and I thought. Okay, at 10 am I'll walk the dogs in the woods for a good couple of hours and work up a nice appetite for a healthy lunch! There wasn't even a cloud in the sky!
9:15 am... a gust of wind like no other and the sky turned black! It's windy and cold and the sky is getting ready to spew forth bitter cold and very wet rain (is there dry rain?) So much for my plans.
So what to do? Sit at home studying of course. I'll spend sometime playing ball and wrestling with the dogs. Perhaps force myself to run around the living room at ridiculous speeds while playing Wii Sport? I am sure I could vacumn and dust again, do the rest of the dishes as well.
I have some stamps to put on letters as well! I'm trying to be optimistic here and think positively as my dreams of tiptoeing through the nettles in the forest have been crushed by icy cold wind.
But why, where does it come from? Why is it always Monday's that seem to give us the crap? Or is this just an old wives tale, that has been deeply imbedded in our brains over the centuries? Are all days equally unlucky?
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