Mondays and Lasagna


Mondays and Lasagna

I used to post most every Monday while in the states. I had a news series of sorts and it was just so darn juicy over there. Well despite others things being on the up and up (unemployment, infection, death and what not) everything else has plateaued. I mean there are no surprises in the year 2020. Things went from surreal to just okay enough already pretty damn fast. And now look here we are on a Monday in August. The first days were truly the initial start of summer with 32 Celsius early mornings rising to 99 Fahrenheit before you could blink. I got a tan. July was just a rainy and muggy blur and it was high time for some rays and chaffing. It was all so promising this past weekend and now it is fucking Monday. A 57F morning and a 72F peak by sunset. I saw someone in a sweatshirt this morning.This is truly my first time sitting down today as I have been all over the S├╝dstadt looking for edible flowers to make something that my husband forgot all about anyways. After making that culinary disaster the kitchen was a mess and a half. He always helps but this time it was like he gave up midway. And then I had pushed all priorities of mine to the back burner to deliver that lackluster meal. So then I had to go to the gym late when someone stole my favorite locker and too many people were there. I swear the treadmills after 5pm are like a mens room urinal ettiequte lesson gone wrong. I am lying. I did sit before now on the butt and leg machines and on my walk home. When I did leave the gym I copped a squat and talked to my mother for quite a while. It was short lived because a group of pensioners decided to form a prayer circle in front of me to engage in a long goodbye ohne masks. I know. If YoU aRe OuTsIdE yOu DoN't NeEd tO wEaR a MaSk! But um when it is seven against one when the air is still ... By the time I got home it was already dark and there were still fucking dishes to do. And now I turn this laptop on to hear the chime of neglect as it hasn't been opened or charged in over a week. This Monday has been a real day. And I wish to be the bright spot when you sit down on Mondays again. I don't know if this derails my Sundays or just makes me say fuck it and order pizza on Mondays. But we shall see.

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