Monday Blues Pillows

A man filling up his coffee pot, with his brain as a coffee filter.

Deus ex Caffeina

Back to work...

It was only Monday...but Dr Davies knew that it was going to be a long...long week...

Lather, rinse, dry, style, get dressed, go to work,come home, eat dinner, go to bed, wake up, repeat.

"Dang it."

"Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, am I right?

"It's his first day back at work."

'Why, first thing on Monday mornings, do I always get someone who can't enunciate very well?'

"Let's just say this hasn't been a Monday morning of magical thinking."

Mondays...

"You can see him now. His meds just kicked in."

What day is it? What difference does it make?

"It's the same thing every Monday morning. Trust me. . . he'll rise to the occasion."

"Watch him. His body says Monday but his face says Friday."

Sleepwalking to work.

Alarm clock.

"This is Sunday. Monday's down the hall."

A breakthrough in the morning meeting

Monday, 5:30AM. 'Is it Saturday yet?'

'Today is the tomorrow I feared yesterday. . .'

Can I get back to you? My three cups of coffee haven't kicked in yet

'Another Monday morning with me and my incompetent caregiver.'

Hungover at work?

'Does this mean you won't be coming back on Monday?'

All the little irritating moments had merged into one long job description.

'Higgins! It's Monday morning, why are you still wearing you weekend face??!'

'Bonny, I've forgotten...What time is that 9 o'clock meeting tomorrow?...'

"I hate Mondays."

"A 15 page 'to do' list is a 'don't do' list."

Gonna Suck

'As far as clock watching goes, you take the biscuit.'

"How was your day?"

"Stu's not a morning person."

Half asleep.