I hate Mondays. What are they good for other than telling you that the weekend’s over? Fuck ‘em. The only good Monday is one that’s already over.
Saying that, there was a gorgeous thunderstorm rolling past my house today. I love thunderstorms; that electric feeling in the air, the scent of petrichor, the rumbling sounds as thunder rolls across the sky, punctuated with those flashes that are probably some sort of deity having a hissy fit.
I’ve managed to write a few hundred words today but Mondays were never really my day for writing. I only ever set myself a goal of 500 words and if I reach it? Meh, close enough. I have the rest of the week to write something worth looking at but for now, for today, 500 is enough.
Roll on Tuesday, today is dragging its ass and I want to get on with it.