Saturday, December 12, 2009
Sing away the monday blues.
A declaration of things to come. A short distance between yearning and seizing. A proof that distance does indeed make the heart grow fonder.
You could celebrate your Friday in anticipation of Monday. Go to TGIF even.
The pointless Sunday brunch would take a backseat because The Power Lunch would be the fashion again. Overrated weekend getaways would die just like the alarm bell that's put to an abrupt end every morning. Weekend- just a ritual between a man and his work. The assassin of much needed Power nap and the obstruction between the beautiful collision of coffee breaks and brewing ideas.
Finally, Monday marking the beginning of the week would attain a whole new meaning. And so would the colour blue. When you'd have prime time news and pleasant voice messages to come home to. When you'd get a good night sleep. Over ideas.
Headlines, appointments, latté.They’re all at their freshest best. On Monday. A day like none other.
There’s a reason it’s the first day of the week.