I don’t think I’ll count Sunday night’s sleep. I almost always get insomnia on Sunday night, so let’s just let that slide for now. Let’s talk about Monday.

M-O-N… (“N is the Number of times we’ve wanted to throttle someone today!”) D-A-Y… (“Y? Why do we put ourselves through this week after week?”) S-U-C-K-S…

Let’s see… it all started, I think, with the medium-sized brown spider in my bathroom, the one that was up in the corner above the shower until it decided that my side of the bathroom (the part with the toilet, where I was sitting) was MUCH more interesting. This brown, fast-moving medium-sized spider could tread water, I might add. (He ended up above the shower again, where I managed to knock him down from the ceiling into the tub of running water, in which the little bastard didn’t have the decency to drown for a full two minutes.)

Then there was the housefly (I’ve NEVER had one of those in my room, so why now?)… and the random bug I couldn’t quite identify, before OR after I squashed it with my shoe. All I know is that it had long legs and what looked sort of like mottled wings.

It was standing room only on the bus, which was late so I had the “pleasure” of running for the MAX… on which it was also standing room only. This morning’s commute also convinced me never to switch to taking my bike on the train; seven bicyclists jockeyed for position in the front car, and each car is only designed to carry four bikes reasonably. I’m sure you’ll be shocked to learn that some of the bicyclists in this town can be un-reasonable.

Work wasn’t awful, really, though almost every service call involved either something I couldn’t fix or something that someone broke through sheer stupidity. Well, that’s not true. I did make a laptop “all better” during the middle part of the day. That, folks, was my major contribution to humanity today.

Tomorrow, however, will be a better day: It’s my daughter’s birthday…