Blue Monday column ideas

“I hate Mondays,” I crawled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.
Bleech, string hair, pasty skin, baggy eyes and a dull brain, I added as I realized I had absolutely no idea what to write about for the next week’s column.
Where’s my bed? I dove under the covers and shut out the light of the bright, happy, sun shining through the lace curtains.
I flirted with sleep. I tried to think of a column idea. Nothing. What I really wanted to do was run away to some hidden corner of the world where I would not have to get up on Monday mornings.
“Running away,” now there was a challenging topic for a column.
I would think about that some non-Monday when I had more energy and humor.
I rolled over and pushed aside the curtains to check out what kind of day it was going to be. The lawn looked mighty shaggy after the recent rains. “Lawn mowing” Now there is an idea I have never done before, had I?
Checking it out would mean opening a drawer, pulling out a file of clippings and looking through them, I fell back on my pillow. Too much work.
My kid’s radio-alarm clock began emitting static in its attempt to wake the kid.
Its noise annoys an oyster like me, but not the kid who sets it every night. I grumbled my way down the hall to switched the static to morning radio clutter.
Back in my room, I opened my closet door and stared at my clothes. A sleep-inducing jogging outfit hardly qualified for office wear.
I sighed and pulled out the white shirt with buttons and navy skirt. To console the still sleeping part of myself, I topped it off with an over-sized green cardigan that wraps around me like a warm blanket.
Breakfast, I had my choice, cereal, pancakes, eggs, waffles, fruit, juice, milk whatever, all I had to do was make them.
I decided I was not very hungry and stuck an orange in my sweater pocket in case I changed my mind later.
The kid wandered through the living room. “Oh good, you’re still here.”
“Why? What did you want?” I mumbled.
“A ride to school.”
“Oh,” I usually do go around the block that way, but on Mondays, I think walking is a great idea for everyone except me.
I changed my mind and poured cereal in a bowl without milk to consume as I drove to work.
I set the cereal on the ground floor beside me.
My billfold fell on top of it, pitching little doughnut shapes out of the bowl. More little O’s hopped out of the bowl.
The orange went into the carry-all.
I hit the brakes too hard as I backed the car under the basketball pole. Inertia shoved the carry-all into the bowl of cereal. The cereal skidded back into the middle of the van and most of the rest of my crunchy O’s hit the floor.
The bowl went into the carry-all.
The kid who wanted a ride actually had the nerve to laugh.
Suddenly I knew what I was going to write about for my column. It was a pretty good day after all.