Monday morning arrives full of energy, resolve, piss and vinegar.
Then, at the edge of consciousness, reality chips off a small piece of confidence — you start to think maybe it’s not so important to get such-and-such done by 9, as long as the main job is underway by 12, and it all can’t be done by 5, well, at least most of it can. But you have a nagging feeling it could have been done by 9.
Chip by chip they fall, and if enough fragments of confidence are chipped away, voila it’s Tuesday and you’re well along Frustration Street, which evolves into a boulevard that’s one day paved over for an interstate highway.
Or you can capture the energy, bottle the resolve, tap the piss and vinegar, revive it every morning, and off you go.
Off you go!