Are we there yet?

Monday is here with the force of a hundred plagues and one can do nothing but watch.
It's cool and humid. Very humid to the point that everything feels clammy and annoying to the touch.
I know it's soon going to be slug and earthworm season, in fact it's just round the corner since it's been raining the past two days.
Seep was horrible because the little kitten insisted she come in my room by a way of agonising meowing which sounds like the saddest soul splitting yearn for love but the moment I opened the door to let my little babe in she was nothing like the cries I heard from outside the bedroom door.
In full force of catatonic doom the little precious travels and runs at supersonic speed and has not learnt to retract her claws while being cuddly and I feel a bit shredded everywhere, add to that her curiosity regarding everything from my hair to earlobe's to fingers which she insists on exploring with her claws and tiny saw like teeth and so night especially ones on which I've failed to put her to bed timely are the work of demonic enchantments and I woke up with a headache from sleeping in a curled up position under my bed akin a recently found mummified remain and woke up with cricks everywhere.

Add to that my guilt at having recklessly eaten with no consequences.
I mean it was just food, nothing extreme like doughnuts or ice creams but I ate a lot of it and I did eat a bit of junk by way of chips and each Monday morning I feel like that devoted recovering addict who sticks a needle up his arm on weekends and begins rectifying that mistake by going sober again.
I need to set a reminder to keep myself from falling into a gastronomic rabbit hole on weekends.
Right!
HIIT +strength and some food followed by pictures should put me in a right on worse mood.

Let's go.