Monday, Monday ...

I have a theory. I bet if you observed someone who had been marooned on a desert island for months and months, he'd still act differently on Mondays. He'd have a harder time waking up. He'd move slower. It would take three times as long for him to get the fire started, and a seagull would poop on his head. (Of course, if you just observed him for months and did nothing to help him, I'm not sure what exactly that would say about you.) But here's my point: Mondays, I suspect, are universal.

Thankfully, this is my last working Monday for the Year 2008. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a most beautiful thing.

Okay, time to get moving. If I stay still too long, I'm going to fall asleep.

Happy Monday, everyone!