Monday Monday

Monday Monday, can't trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me.

And so it begins again another week. What will I do to fill the time this week. Tomorrow I will be gone all day and it feels like such an interuption to my week. Sometimes I just want to stay home all week and never go anywhere. And then I remember I can plan to do things and really try to get somewhere. I make things happen if I plan. Then I get distracted or tired or something.
Why am I here?
Sometimes I forget.
I'm going to go outside and shoot broken glass in the rain. Sounds funny doesn't it? I added another photo of broken glass today. I love the texture.