It's Monday again. It appears as though there is something built into the human psyche demanding we question the necessity of Mondays. Are they a form of pennance for a good weekend? Perhaps the dread of Monday's is lingering homage to American puritanical roots extant within our subconscious.We've had a great weekend, now we must pay for it in the next 24 hours, during which we mentally flagitate ourselves for enjoying the previous 48 hours.Of course, it could also be proof of the rising slacker element in American society. Monday brings with it the realization that we would really rather be spending our time existing without a schedule, living without the bounds that time and deadlines impose. We long for the existential boundlessness of the clockless weekend. We long to slack. Perhaps it's a combination of both puritanicalism and slackerness. In that case, we may well be doomed as a society. As puritanical slackers we are forever inprisioned in a self fulfilling, self perpetuating cycle of gluttony and remorse. Read the book, enjoy the book, detest the time wasted reading the book when there's so much else to do. Go to the park, enjoy the waterslides, curse the person who thought of combining slides and water - they should have spent their time saving diminishing American wetlands and left the rest of us to painting our homes and washing our cars. Of course, perhaps Monday is just another day. America is doing just fine and there's only 155 more days until we set sail for Nova Scotia. Sailing creates a balanced, Mondayless life. However, it is puritanical slackerness at its best. Enjoy the sail, varnish the teak. What a beautiful sunset, varnish the teak. Spend a day on a lovely island, varnish the teak and repair a sail. Perhaps we shouldn't have bought a boat with so much teak. Perhaps the real key to getting rid of Monday's is doing away with teak.
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