May 17 Mondaze
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
– My Back Pages, Bob Dylan © 1964
When you are sick over the weekend, Monday looks more like a thief than a beggard. I stumbled into the early morning in a blurry haze trying desperately to hold together the handful of cogent thoughts I needed to get through the day.
Late in the afternoon someone asked me if Bob Dylan was a Beatle. I replied no, and all I got back was a skeptical stare. Fine, I said. Wikipedia it. And before the last “‘a” syllable crossed my lips I felt sort of old and I could hear my father saying “look it up”.
Monday, you are a cruel mistress but I am no less thankful ..
- that I can laugh at myself and be happy for the laughter.
- that this plague is actually just a silly cold that will pass in a day or so.
- that I had enough gas in the tank to get to work and didn’t have to stop and be late.
For what are you thankful?