The kind of Monday that should have been a Sunday, because some weekdays begin their advent with an acceleration of the most prosaic order and it almost feels punctilious without the vexing eye roll that often comes about in surplus often aided and abetted by a murderous rage upon the dawning of the knowledge that numerous chores are attached at the hip on a Monday morning, which felt strangely absent today.
To say that I had a small jump in my step would be a bit of an exaggeration, because mornings miserably fail at any attempts to make me jovial, not that they care to, but I didn't exactly wish the path to this Monday be littered with bones of human kindness and drip blood of my enemies, in fact it was with almost benevolent eye that I looked upon the fallacies that humanity has to offer and ignored the blisters of life that have a habit of mounting into a suppurating wound when left unchecked.
It was with an even-keeled heart in unison with a judicious brain that I set about fixing breakfast and lunch and now after spending a couple hours with the cleaning and the washing and the what nots I sit here, feeling just as unneurotic.
As much as I'd like to take credit for this sudden jaunt in the coherence morning garden, it would be a lie were I not to attribute this feeling of early lucidity to the weather that feels just about right.
The weather that has been a bit of an upper ever since it rained all day yesterday and though it was a festering miasma of stifling humidity yesterday, today is all about being bright and windy without much of the musky fuss.
In fact my clearheadedness is a near echo of the weather, that is to say it's not fantastical, but it is comforting.
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