Why knock Mondays?

Yesterday was a Monday. The significance of a Monday for a pupil of Dr. Huckins' speech communication class is this: THERE IS A TEST. Which is awesome. Because the test is scantron, it's 100 questions, and it takes an hour to finish. After an hour, you turn in that puppy and you get the heck out of class -- 2 hours early. Bam.

The significance of Monday for a pupil of Coach Tonagel's tennis class is this: 61 degrees and cloudy. Which is gorgeous in comparison to 80 degrees and humid... humidity is evil. I see no innate good in humidity. Save some for the fishes.

The significance of Monday for a human being is this: Anne is back! She was at a wedding and now she is back. (Rabbit trial: EVERYONE is getting married and engaged. Holy cow. I'm going to two weddings this May, Kayla's going to a couple, Anne's going to a couple, Mike's going to four... May is the month to marry, apparently). Anne's presence perked me right up -- and as a team we worked to get Mike out of his Monday funk. We baked cookies, we sang, we played SORRY, we read. It's not possible to stay in a Monday funk after that. :D

The significance of Monday for Kayla's roommate is this: Skype date with Emily Larson. Emlar. Larsily. Emson. She is a bundle of joy, even when she's "trying" to "stay up late" for her "night shift" at the "hospital." Her heart for cancer patient children puddles me. The way she talks just delights me. The way Kayla tries to reach through screens to hug people also delights me.