I had to work Saturday, because my job about-which-I-shall-not-blog has a distinct seasonality and one of the more important seasonal bits was that weekend. Normally I'm not tagged to go to these things, being a virtual person and all that, but it was barrel scraping time so off I went. I did scare them by showing up in a red t-shirt and jeans, but after doing my part of the non-digital manual labor I nipped up and changed so as not to let down the side. I don't think it was necessary for quite so many people to comment (with surprise and amazement) that I "clean up really well!"
The trouble with working Saturday is it makes Monday come along too quickly, and when it does arrive it feels off somehow, all day long. I feel a little like one of the Children who, having borrowed my boots, had been grumbling for hours about how they didn't feel quite right, and then suddenly announced "oh! I have them on the wrong feet!"
I think I have my Monday on the wrong feet.