Monday, September 28, 2015

Sunday Night Blues

Sigh.



No Boyfriend, we don't have rabies.







And not even true, for that matter. She totally sat in my lap for a solid 90 seconds this weekend.

*slinks away*

Boo this week. Just boo.

14 comments:

  1. But at least it's pumpkin season, right?

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  2. Rather than lament the evaporation of the weekend, perhaps instead, celebrate the last day off. (Easier said than done, I know.) Cats don't love anyone or anything...except torturing their prey before the kill. You're like a pre-Garfield getting angry at the day before Monday.

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    1. I KNEW I was like Garfield! I feel it in my bones. Boo Mondays. Yay Lasagna. Nap time yet?

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  3. Cats know to the nano-second how much affection they have to give you, in order to continue being fed and housed, so when the lights go out they have an alternative food supply. You. They haven't thought it through, and don't realize how fast humans spoil without refrigeration. What do you expect? They're cats.

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  4. My cat would never sit in my lap either until she got old and needed extra warmth. That's all I was -- a handy substitute for a hot water bottle or electric blanket.

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  5. I felt exactly this way at about 4 am this morning. I woke up and realized the week was just about to begin and I freaked.

    It might have been an anxiety attack, but because of your blog post, I'm going to dismiss it as a normal reaction to a new week.

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  6. On the bright side, it's only 5 days until the next weekend. That's less than a week! I'm an optimist, I am.

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  7. I felt the same way this morning, Mondays are like that. Then I remembered I'm retired and went back to sleep. Being retired is great, on the negative side i'm that much closer to checking out.

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  8. Thank you for your sweet comment. I have actually done so many sessions with chiropractors they helped a lot! I used to be in a really terrible shape! Now it's just bad! Lol!

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  9. Rabies might be better than sunday. I get the sads knowing Monday is right around the corner.

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  10. I always get the blues on Sunday just knowing that Monday is looming. Beer helps.

    Hugs!

    Valerie
    http://www.flyingplatypi.com

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  11. Now that I've been at my new job for a couple of months...sadly, I'm starting to hate Sunday nights again, too. It was inevitable, but I'm still disappointed, because I thought that I had finally found a job I would love to go to! Ha!

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  12. Yup, I know the feeling. Ugh, yuck, blah.

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