So you're thinking, yeah, so what? You don't have a civilian job, what do you care what day it is? Well, let me tell you that Mondays mean me time. Usually two whole hours of solo flying. Quiet, childless bliss. Two hours is usually just the perfect amount of time too, it's right about then that I can't stand it one more minute. Today I'll be vegging out at a coffee shop with my book and, well nothing else.
I just had to share. It's a time I used to dread and now look forward to. Yay for Monday :)