I hate Mondays.

Between hormones and a silver car, I think I can safely say that, like Garfield, I hate Mondays. Especially when it denies me knitting time.

I’m going to get a year planner and write in red every SnB I plan to attend for the rest of the year, and nobody is going to stop me.

That will be all.

(Right now, I’m finishing a chapter, then I’m going home to a hot water bottle. And knitting.)

And tomorrow, I’ll watch history be made in another country. Somehow, this song, written some 14 years ago now for another country, in celebration of another “Sorry” and Truth and Reconciliation Commissions, becomes relevant again. It’s about time, I say.