Re: Mondays

There are some mornings when you wake up, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and you've had a good night's sleep and are ready to face whatever delights the day may bring. Then there are mornings when you stumble out of bed at six-thirty to let out the dogs and put out the trash and then, upon returning on the hope you might get a few more minutes of sleep, discover you have locked yourself out of the house, and it is going to take an hour and a half and a hundred-dollar call to the locksmith to get you back in. Guess what kind of morning I'm having?