Where Did Monday Come From?

I don't mean the origin of the word, which I find fascinating, and for a while at least, dominated my twitter stream. What I want to know is: how did it get to be Monday already?

Einstein once famously explained relativity by saying a hand on a hot stove for a moment can seem like an hour, and an hour with a beautiful woman can seem like an moment. In the same way, weekends, although two days long, generally go much faster than I'd like. Relativity again. It's science, and it sucks.

Anyhow, I've been debating (again) why I'm blogging, as I've become crappier and crappier at responding to comments, and of course, have found my writing time slashed to nearly nothing, as well as my time visiting others.

Sigh. Stupid time again. So, sorry everyone. I do read everyone's comments and appreciate them. I respond to some via email, but not everyone has that feature enabled. But I'm inconsistent and often miss things.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, Mondays. They suck. I have anecdotal evidence (i.e., me) that a person is only really good for about 30 hours or so of real, quality work in a given week. At least for the kind of work I do. So, I propose that the powers that be, without changing my salary, allow me to not work Mondays.

And I hope, for all that is good in this world, that they never read my blog.

Oh, I tweaked my logo, anyone notice?