I can tell it's Monday today..

[sister_luck]

... because this morning I was frantically looking for my wooly hat and gloves and just couldn't find them. As I wasn't going to scrape the frost off the car without gloves on, I started cursing and alerted the half-asleep boyfriend to my predicament. He suggested I take his gloves. As I didn't know where he'd put them, he had to get up and give them to me.

That was the moment when he found my gloves. In the hood of my padded jacket. Where I had put them.

I was already wearing my jacket and had been wondering why it felt unusual.

So, how can you tell it's Monday today?

Comments

[comava.livejournal.com]

It's a boring response but what comes to mind - dragging myself out of my comfy REAL bed, packing up books and food and clothes, and the train ride from Bern to Lucerne. Typical Monday morning things.

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

Yes, I remember those Mondays from my uni days. It's a weird life in two places.

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

I can't really. Have been off the world for a week, and now it feel my world has shrunk considerably to the size of one infant. ;-)

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I didn't really expect a different answer from you. (Well, maybe that P. had to go into work, but with his job and possibly some paternity leave, he might have stayed home with you.)

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

P. is staying home (his job allows for him to work at home -- otherwise he'd taken paternity leave) and he's been going round doing lots of administrative duties: making sure our Little Bit has health insurance, getting our new car, being too scared to put the big car into our tiny garage... *g*