Monday. First day of the work week after a weekend that passed way too quickly. As they usually do. Why is it that there is a different time on days off than on workdays? And you wake up all bright and alert right before the alarm clock on your day off, and on a workday you wake up feeling you have only slept for thirty minutes.

That is a mystery never to be solved.

Waking up at 5:30, snoozing until 5:50. Then I walk out of bed and in a daze to the bathroom to have a zombie-like shower to make me more human. I brush my teeth with a little more alert and less swollen eyes looking at my tired reflection in the mirror.

”Oh dear, still not all human yet….”

I look through my closet for something to wear, and ask myself the same thing every morning: ”I have nothing to wear. Why didn’t I prepare this yesterday evening?”

And every evening I say to myself: ”I should be preparing what to wear tomorrow… Nah, I’ll do it in the morning. I can wake up 5 minutes sooner.”

Never happens.

I walk out the door to pick up  the car out of the garage. ”Oh look, it’s almost daylight!” A silent on the outside but loud on the inside spring cry a la Ronja The Robber’s Daughter tumbles happily inside me. Until I feel the cold degrees and see the frosty ground, roofs and cars. ”Oh darn, still winter… But at least the cold wakes me up!”

At about 6:50-7 am I park at work. Hitting jackpot every morning when noone else has taken the two parking lots just outside work.

I love being early at work. The main reason for starting at 7 is to not be ruined by the new congestion tax fees in Stockholm, but a bonus is the peace and quiet I get. I am all alone at work for about an hour and the phone is still quiet. Heavenly.

I eat my breakfast and have a cup of tea in front of the computer, while going through e-mails.

The day has begun and I am finally 100% human again.

Just one who wishes it was at least Friday!

Monday morning tea.