Monday morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning always found him so — because it began another week’s slow suffering in school – and that is beginning of chapter 6 of ‘The adventures of Tom Sawyer’ an eminently wonderful book by Mark Twain.
What is that takes the equivalent of sawing through a 8 ft lumber, moving the Hulk who happened to sit on you, trying to eat the 40th boiled egg after having eaten 39, convincing traffic cop that you were really doing 30 and removing the mitten on the right hand on a cold wintry day only to realize that the keys to the house are in the right inside pocket of the coat?
That is the effort of waking up on Monday morning. I do not blame Tom Sawyer for his problems on waking up on week beginnings. While he ended up losing his tooth, I end up cursing myself. I curse the terrible night before, or a review scheduled promptly at 9.00 by the ever-efficient boss and team members for the state I am in. Externalizing is a bad trait but nothing removes venom in you in the morning better than that.
But then as the wise man said – It has never been determined whether the early bird enjoys the worm as much as the late work enjoys it s sleep. But then I did wake up. You are reading it right?