Back again.
Those Monday mornings hurtling back around like boomerangs,
somehow seeming to arrive much faster than their more laidback cousin,
the Friday evening,
back to dozing from 5 a.m. onwards lest you miss the alarm,
even though you never have and most likely never will,
back to swearing as it blares,
muttering your daily chant,
I hate this I hate this I hate this,
sometimes three times, sometimes five,
back to…
