Why I Don't Like Mondays

My son does not like change. I don't mean to blame it on him. As is said, 'he got it honestly'. The truth is, I don't like change much either. My best friend in elementary school moved to Anaheim (a full 10 minutes away) when we were in 2nd grade. I saw him one more time after that. Didn't like that change. In the band days on the road, the lineup changed all the time. One would move on and I thought the best days were over.

It's not just people. I try to hold on to the seasons, squeezing as much life out of summer and my Beach Boys records before surrendering to the cooler days of fall and September of My Years by Sinatra. The holidays, vacations and mere weekends bring out the reluctance in me toward change.

So here it is, another Sunday night. I regularly find that I am trying to make the most of the few hours left before I go to bed then get up, put on the tie and head out the door. See, I don't like change. I resist the inevitable until I realize that the 'Monday through Friday' of the week allows me to enjoy the Saturday and Sunday part. In reality, I love what I do and without the work there is no play. So, bring on the suit! I'll load up the car and head to the offices where I get to talk with folks about their weekend past and speculate on their plans for the weekend ahead!