Mondays have their own appeal… or lack thereof. I mean, well, the Monday dreads go away. It’s here. Deal with it.
There is also absolute joy knowing that at the end of the day I’m one step closer to retirement. Even if retirement only comes when I join Bob for planet hopping. Blech.
Who knows, maybe I’ll win the lottery or an unknown relative will leave me gazillions.
I’m holding my breath.
We can hope that this week we’ll get to do something new and exciting. Or we might find we haven’t screwed anything up badly enough to cause war and famine across the globe.
We can leave that to politicians.
So here it is Monday, the man-made hell of Monday. It’s a day that screams for the simplicity of pre-history when time wasn’t quite such an issue. Granted, survival was an issue. At least you could do survival in your own time. You wouldn’t wake up and think, ‘wow, it’s 8:01 and I’m late for the tiger slaying meeting’. Or, ‘gee, it’s past noon, I gotta get to the buffalo wash before it closes’. ‘Oops, must get to the river for pelt washing before 10!’ ‘Need to go to Joe’s Cave for beer before he closes. Maybe hang with the guys.’
There is the downside though. Women were dragged by the hair to a corner of the cave for animal sex, or ravaged in broad daylight in front of their peers.
Hmmmm. I might have to rethink the definition of downside?
Do caves even have corners? Perhaps I should have said a niche in the cave. I wonder how to grunt ‘niche’. You’d have to be a really trendy cave dude to get away with that one.
It was a time when men were men and women were still working for a living and bearing their children in pain. I really don’t know what possessed God to give Adam such a ride. He didn’t have to take that bite. Of course the men writing the story had their own agenda so it doesn’t surprise me that women got the short end of the stick.
You know caves generally maintain a year round constant temperature. That’s a given savings on utility bills. A fireplace would do the trick! Of course caves are rather dark. There are lots of reasons to like the dark. Of course there is the risk of falling into a crevice and disappearing downstream into neighboring, unfriendly-tribe territory and being marinated for the dinner pot.
Compared to the freeway, that risk seems rather mundane.
