I Hate Mondays

                                                 Not already in my pjs, I am still in my pjs!!

           It's Monday morning and I don't want to do a blasted thing. So, what do I do upon arising? 

I wander into my office, plop my lazy body down in my desk chair, scoot it up in front of my computer and start meandering among the blog posts my friends have posted. 

It's garbage pickup day. I am so fortunate that my trash is picked up at my door. (one of those advantages of being 'older' and living in a place where they do that). But, where is mine? Still in the can in the kitchen. Oh, I'll get around to it eventually. Forgot to put it out Thursday. So, there will be quite a bit this morning.

I need to go to the shoe store later today. I have to be so picky about my shoes because of foot problems so the store I need to go to (to buy 'old women' shoes) the dadgone parking is non-existent. Well, not really if you want to walk a piece to get there so I put it off and put it off. Maybe I will just go there and drive around and around the block until a parking spot becomes available. 

I'm going on a boat tour tomorrow. Gonna have to get up really early and I am already worrying about which alarm clock to set. Will the cell phone go off when it needs to? Suppose I set my electric clock for P.M. instead of A.M.?  I did that once!! 

Come to think of it..... I am thinking that going back to bed wouldn't be such a bad idea. Hmmmm.