Monday mornings are trying. No matter how early I get to bed, the alarm clock is always a rude awakening. It's a litte worse in winter, what with the cold. Once I get going, warmly dressed, heater running in my Honda, things look and feel a little better. Better still, when I read poetry on the train to work and come across a couple like these:
 
           I May, I Might, I Must
                   by Marianne Moore
              If you will tell me why the fen
             appears impassable, I then
             will tell you why I think that I
             can get across it if I try.

                                                                                  Happy Thought
                                                                 by Robert Louis Stevenson
                                                              The world is so full of a number of things,
                                                              I'm sure we should all be happy as kings.

To quote Snow White, "Just whistle while you work." And be thankful to have a job.

Currently reading:

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke
Just After Sunset by Stephen King