Surviving Monday

Even the innkeeper of a charming little Hotel suffers a corporate world disease: whysitalreadymonday-itis, I call it.

This has more to do with the second, less-glamorous job. And the fact that I suspect I'm kind of lazy. Although I'd rather you call it "laid-back".

But I have found a temporary fix for the Monday blahs. Because it is always the day the copy machine gets stuck on 50 copies. Or I miss the mail drop-off time. Or someone leaves a message cancelling their reservations---for tomorrow. What am I going to do with 3 pints of strawberries & no guests in sight to eat them? (I will be at The Hotel this afternoon if anyone wants to help me polish off aforementioned fruit...)

So...what's the fix? Espresso. Not expresso, espresso. Mmmm.

The "grrrr" of the espresso machine, the rich deep smell, the foam on top, a swirl of cream. And people, this is exactly what a cafe in France on an early summer morning smells, tastes, sounds, looks like. I've actually been there, so I'm not making this up.

But that makes Monday feel like Tuesday, or maybe even a Thursday. Which is my second favorite day, next to Friday. And I know I will survive yet another Monday.

And it doesn't hurt that I had a pretty fabulous weekend too. Here are a few snapshots of how I spent my two days of freedom from adult responsibilites, or "job" as some of you may refer to that *shudder* awful pastime. (I'm not referring to The Hotel puttering here; remember? I don't call that a "job".)

Anway, enjoy the photos & tell me how you spent your weekend. Or how you wish you spent it.

For any of you locals that are scratching your heads as to where I found hills in this lovely town we call home, let me burst your bubble & tell you these are actually in a land far, far away, in a state to the west. Sorry.