On a dark, chilly, blustery Monday, I crawl from underneath the warm covers and lovely wife. Standing there for a moment, an immediate decision is made to opt out of the outdoor shower. The tail end of Hurricane Sandy is slapping Tybee Island with a cold wind.
"There ain't no way in hell I'm stumbling down there naked so the wind can blow the hot water in the wrong direction."
So standing under the steaming hot water of an indoor shower I think about all of the things needing to be accomplished but find these thoughts are interrupted by others.
Yesterday there was a piece in the Savannah Morning News I'd written, plus the daily blog, several tweets and a bunch of emails. Last night while Sarah and I were cuddled on the couch watching a movie the I-phone kept buzzing as people responded to these things. I kept looking at it which would normally get me in trouble but Sarah was texting or talking to the girls anyway. Plus I kept showing her what I was reading.
(I don't remember the name of the movie. It was good though. Something about an army guy who finds a picture of a girl then tracks her down at a dog kennel. I never tried to pick up girls at dog kennels but I did work at a Veterinary Clinic in college. I don't recall picking up any girls while cleaning out the kennel but it apparently works if you've been in the Military.)
This isn't what I'm thinking about in the indoor shower. I'm thinking about the messages I received last night from people who were dreading going to work today. They hate it. They feel stuck. They have bosses that chew their ass and as the song goes ... they're working for the weekend.
Plus, in spite of what the Government says, the economy still sucks and a lot of people are living week to week and day to day. They're waking up this morning hoping and praying that they can find something to do. They need money bad now.
It's a somber beginning to the day.
Then again most Monday's are somber.
I dress and brave the wind to drive to The Breakfast Club for coffee. Johnny O and Whitley are already there. There is a common disdain for for Monday being expressed. Lot's of adjectives are used. The vast majority are colorful and start with the letter "F".
The restaurant is half full before it even opens. The staff sighs and starts cooking though there are many other things remaining to be done to prepare for the week. Johnny O leaves for work. Whitley does too though he cusses as he stands.
I linger for a bit. The flags above the Ocean Plaza are whipping in the wind. Every time the door opens it blows a burst of cold inside. People mumble greetings. No one seems happy. The obnoxious ones try to talk to whoever will listen. Eventually it even dawns on them, today's Monday.
On top of that ... there's a Hurricane.
It sucks.
Monday morning coming down ... again.
