Monday

i am totally unready for the week to begin. the trouble with the good life is that there's not enough of it. seriously. i had a great weekend: a kicked-back friday night, good friends over on saturday, waffles piled under mounds of fresh fruit on sunday, woodworking project complete, the market, sunshine, bike riding -- but somehow in there i didn't find any time to read, or run, or make muffins, and now the week is coming at me like a proctologist's finger, and i'm just sayin' can't i have a bit more lube?