Each Monday has become my off day. I take the day off to ’fix’ the house after our wild weekends. Well, really the weekends are not too wild. It’s just that everyone is home and running in and out in such a rush that everything gets tossed, the floors get tracked up, laundry piles grow, the dogs are in and out, the living room gets lived in more, etc. But on Monday morning everyone leaves to gets back to their routine and I’m here. It’s very hard for me to walk out the door and into the field when the house is piled and nasty, so each week I take Monday off to get things back in order. Today isn’t Monday, it is Friday, so I really have no idea why I’m posting about this. Perhaps I’m feeling a little guilty that I’m not outside working but it’s raining really hard so I’ve been inside. I guess today kind of feels like a Monday.