Geez, Louise, someone needs to defend Monday.
Waking up is no harder for me on Monday than any other day. My bed is warm and comfy seven days a week. If not for alarms, my bed and I might never separate. Anyway, until I've had my coffee, I don't know what day it is.
I started loving Mondays when I was a classroom teacher. For reasons I never fully understood, the students worked harder and were more cooperative on Mondays. I have no documented proof of that, but it's true. I began to look forward to Mondays.
There's something exciting about a Monday. It's like a new beginning. The week stretches ahead with blanks to fill in. To-do lists, full of hope, are made. New projects are undertaken. Anything seems possible on Monday.
So, here we are, Monday, my friend. Let's do something great this week.