MONDAY what else is there to say

MONDAY, what else is there to say...

JOURNAL ENTRY, 30/11/2015, 08:48 hrs., PST, Monday, my place, 0°C high cloud cover, MOOD 40/60 after all its MONDAY

Shave shit shower and shampoo done but still have the Monday blues not something this old boy would choose. Drinking the dregs from yesterday's French Press too lazy to actually get dressed and shivering in my gaunch with Miles Davis on the sound track.

The will is ready to be witnessed and  I await Horst's verdict on what I have laid out so far. Will talk to Ian and Heather about the final form to make my demise into a minor event and leave them with good memories.

Have to see my MD and get him to sign off on do not resuscitate provision no matter how old I get to be as of today perhaps, I've hung around too long anyway.

Todays chores, take out the trash, as usual after a Costco run I'm knee deep in packaging and my place resembles a fire drill in an insane asylum.

JWL