Forgot my wallet.
Gas tank indicator is on empty.
My tea ball came unclasped and my cup is full of swimming leaves.
It's Monday.
It's cloudy outside. It's going to rain, but not yet. It's going to be dreary for awhile first for no reason, just to let me think about it some before it gets going. It's that kind of day.
I don't really mind the rain. But if you're going to do it, get on with it. This saturated waiting period is depressing and useless.
I read that the word "Monday" is derived from the Anglo-Saxon word "monandaeg" meaning "moon." (And I read that on the internet, so it must be true.) Sunday is the day of light, followed by Monday, a day of darkness. Well now, that's appropriate, isn't it? It makes sense. I just never thought about it before.
M-O-O-N, that spells one lousy day, as a friend of mine used to say.