Sipping coffee, listening to wind-songs from the chimes hung out back, isn't a bad start to the day. A new week begins gently, especially for a Monday. Maybe I'm drunk with groggy from just waking up, but I don't dread a whole new week of tasks (including what ones I staved off the week before).
I'd been a tiger most of the weekend. It didn't take much to make me growl. Nearly everything rubbed me the wrong way, and I wasn't afraid to say it did either. Being a bit obnoxious just seemed necessary.
A person has to unleash the hounds of hell every once and awhile... don't they?