Today is my last Monday.

Hopefully it’s not my absolute last monday ever, but maybe I’ll be lucky enough for it to be my last Monday ever.

You know, my last somebody’s got a case of the Mondays, Monday.

It’s my last Monday Starbucks corrugated coffee sleeve.

It’s my last Monday feeling sorry for this plant.

And, hope-of-all-hopes, it’s the last Monday that will ever, ever inspire something like this.

I will, however, miss Mondays with her.

And them.

And him.

And them.

And many, many, many more.

But I’m pretty sure I won’t miss this.

And if I ever have to use one of these again, it will be too soon.

So here’s to Monday – that poor, undervalued and often misunderstood day of the week that for me, until now, was frequently viewed with apprehension and disdain.

But no more.

Today, Monday, we have reached a turning point in our relationship.  Today it’s just you, me and a little thing I like to call hope.

And tonight, my new friend, we will celebrate.