I love Monday mornings. The kids are off and Sa (husband) usually heads into Boston early, leaving me in the quiet house to meditate, write, get shit done that I cannot do with people around. Some folks hate Mondays. For me they are a fresh start, an opportunity, a blank slate. And yes, if you are thinking...."Good for you, Nat...you are pretty fucking lucky to have this time to yourself."....I know this. And I am grateful.