monday_is_dessert epitome of incomprehensibility One of my half_asleep_thoughts when waking up. The logic? I meant "Monday is a day off" and "day off" in my drowsy mind turned into "dessert": something desirable, especially something beyond the everyday. To my notebook for more_half_asleep_thoughts... 250420 ... e_o_i Not the Monday before last: I put in a 15-hour shift (granted, with some small breaks), working at the election booth and then counting votes. Not last Monday: the craft show at Concordia required lugging heavy bags to and from the train station. My shoulders protested the next day. But tomorrow! I am going with my family to the little cottage today. Today includes tomorrow, and I still don't know if we're coming back Monday night or Tuesday morning, but in any case it claims to be a non-hard-work day this time. It claims. (The internet is technically accessible, but only on my slow phone, so no blather. But I WILL set aside three hours to work on my alleged novel.) 250511 ... e_o_i This time, yes, following the pattern of Easter giving me one day off but not two. Jesus suggested Good_Friday, but then he died. He'll come back to life on Sunday, but meanwhile the Easter Bunny's hopped up to say Monday is the day to invite your cousin over for the year's first expedition to a local ice cream place. Is it even open? Cottontails crossed. (Edit: yes!) ...In normal language, I had to work today - tutoring and proofreading - but now I'm done, so it's basically the long weekend already and I can be serious or silly on blather. Hoorah! And I wish everyone a good holiday if they have it - Easter, Passover, Pax or a syncretic chocolate bash. 260403 ... e_o_i Yup, the three of us youngish folks - with a young dog and an old dog - set off for the Valois Wild Willy's. We ate ice cream in the windy cold, about 5 C with intermittent sunshine. Mittened. Gloved, anyway. That felt patriotic somehow. I am a distant citizen of the sun. My ancestors were born there. More prosaically, but very yummily, there was also cake at home after dinner. Dad's friend arrived to eat for the Easter occasion, bringing a bottle of wine that was also sort of a dessert because I rarely buy that for myself. I couldn't finish one fast enough alone. My addiction or at least predilection is the delection of unfermented sugars. 260406 what's it to you? who go blather from