Today Is Monday . . .

I know. That's not news to anyone. Everyone in the free world knows it's Monday. The most dreaded day of the week. The day that no one looks forward to. "Monday, Monday, can't trust that day . . ." I'll stop now.

It's not really that bad. It's just another Monday. And this one happens to be cold, damp, and dreary. Which is why I came home and put on my ugly sweats, fuzzy socks, and slippers. The heaters at school are sort of hit or miss. When they hit, you can guarantee that it's going to be 95 degrees in your classroom, and you'll wish you had worn your flip-flops and shorts (totally against dress code but go with it). When they miss, you better have your parka and gloves ready, because you're going to be able to see your breath in the classroom. Today they were miss. We all wore our coats all day long.

So now I'm home, in 26 layers of clothes, with the heater on 73. Is that energy efficient? Nope. Do I care? Nope. I'm warm, and at the moment that's really all that matters. I'll probably change my mind when the electric bill comes.

Tomorrow and Wednesday, we have to once again torture test our kids. We like our tests, us Texans. Is there a state that isn't standardized testing happy? I'd like to know. I'd like to teach there. I'd better shut up now. I need my job.

Members of the jury, please strike the above paragraph from the record.

Today is Monday . . . which is why this post is so random.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, one day closer to the weekend. ;)

"Monday, Monday, so good to me" (if you don't who sang that song it was the Mamas and the Papas and your parents didn't raise you right . . . I'm just kidding . . . sort of).