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Monday Tuesday

My sweet mom always refers to the work day after a Federal Holiday as a "Monday Tuesday."

You know. Your brain logically knows the day of the week is Tuesday but it feels like a Monday. Particularly if you work in a bank like she does. Some people had been overdrawn since 4:00 a.m. Sunday, and were chomping at the bit to get in to discuss it with the bank manager pronto this morning. I'm assuming.

In some ways, today has been a "Monday Tuesday" for me.

Well, really just in one way.

I sneezed a little bit ago and my assistant blessed me.

I immediately had to tell her, "Definitely just peed right then, more than a little." And went to the ladies room to blow my nose and assess the damage.

It wasn't pretty.

But, it'll dry. I'll survive.

It's just a face palm, though. My gyno keeps telling me I should try pelvic floor therapy, but I want to tell her where to go that my pelvic floor and all my areas are "strong like bull" and that I don't need it.

In every other way, this has been a fine Tuesday.... Okay, I did get ibuprofen lodged behind my tonsil this morning, and, in fairness, just now almost choked to death on iced coffee.

But,

1) I went to therapy this morning and got to talk about myself for an hour.

2) I get to go to my 20 year reunion-committee-planning-dinner tonight and talk about my pet project for at least an hour.


And, this completes the conversation regarding today - which is a "Monday Tuesday."


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