My Monday evenings have been notoriously big time party nights.
Not sure why.
For a working girl, come on now. Monday?
Why not wait til Friday?
Or the weekend?
After reflecting on my behavior over the years, it seems that I am in a pattern.
I am a creature of habit.
I like a consistent life style.
Besides, why not reward myself after getting up on a Monday morning, and venturing out into the working world?
Did I feel like jumping out of bed this morning at 5am?
Did I enjoy the return to reality?
Did I feel a little bit crazy and wild, knowing that I would stop and have a few blasts after enduring the Monday blues?
So, tonight, once again, I made the trek to the local gin mill.
I am not sure why it is called the gin mill.
I don’t even like gin.
But a few of the locals were there, laughing and talking and probably feeling just like I do when I stop on a Monday night.
It was delightful.
I enjoyed every minute.
And when I got home, the cats were waiting patiently.
They know that I will be home just a little later on Mondays.
So tomorrow is Tuesday, the most productive day of the work week.
With all that productivity and accomplishment, I might have to stop again tomorrow night, to relieve the stress.
I almost forgot.
I always stop on Tuesday nights.
A creature of habit.
Come to think of it, I stop every night.
Hey, work hard, play hard.
My mantra: always find time to be with your friends.
And if they aren’t there, well, then, make new friends.
A routine can be a wonderful thing.
Just ask me.
You can find me any evening, same time, same place, enjoying an hour or so, of my space.