First, it was Monday so I had to go back to work. Second, it was Monday following a rubbish weekend when I was felled by a migraine on Saturday and therefore I spent most of the weekend lying in a darkened room praying for death or at least the passage of enough time to let me take some more migraleve. And therefore it was a Monday where I had a foggy brain from the migraine and the migraleve.
Possibly because of all that it was also a Monday when I couldn't think of anything to write. Finishing the first very crude draft of a story on Friday meant I couldn't just look back a few paragraphs to get started, and I couldn't think of a story I wanted to tell.
The only good thing about today was free pizza at work. To be fair, you can't overestimate free pizza. But today it wasn't quite enough to take away the sting of a rubbish Monday.
ETA seeing the dreadful news from Las Vegas puts that into perspective I guess. I find it so hard to believe that a 64 yr old can get hold of automatic weapons and walk into a public hotel without alarm bells going off to cause such unbelievable chaos. What an absolutely crappy world.