How I Know It's Monday, or Why No One Calls Me Miss Manners

So at work today, I went to a luncheon, represented my employer at a table with colleagues, enjoyed our meal of curried chicken salad and couscous, and listened to a speaker talk about how the experience of a horse sitting on her head led her to completely change her life.

And no, that was not how I knew it was Monday.

The confirmation came when I realized, after driving several of my colleagues back to the office, that the blob I kept noticing in my peripheral vision was not a clump of mascara.

It was a piece of couscous that I had somehow flung into the air while eating, which lodged itself in my eyelashes and lived there for the next two hours. 

Happy Monday!!!