Doesn't that one word just say it all?
I woke up to a pig sty of a house this morning and not much in the mood to do anything about it. But I forced myself to buck up and get some deep cleaning done. Which I did and now I am sitting happy in a clean, CLEAN apartment with my feet kicked up and a nice cold Diet Coke sitting beside me.
So "Once Upon a Monday" ended rather well for me. Except that I am tired, of the drop dead variety too. AND I REALLY need a massage... "Oh, Ben, Sweetie!!!"