Mondays, right?

Well, it hasn't been a rip-roaring start to my Monday, as I feared it could be. It would seem that most people are easing back into the work life. Seems like it's a time to stop and try and figure out what they were doing two weeks ago when they left. I had a little to do list that I am currently working my way through. I just thought I would take pause for a second and slap something up here as I may not have the chance once these two days of meetings begin. Yesterday was a busy enough day which I am finding really helps the transition back to the fray. Apparently today was garbage day, which is unusual. I managed to get my stuff out in time to be picked up and the recycling bins are safely back in the garage. I never like to leave them exposed for two long. It's like they are little soldiers that have to go out once every two weeks on a mission and it's my job to make sure they make it back safe. Some times I get held up at work or have to be somewhere and I can't immediately rescue them. It always wears on my mind and I often plan my day around being back in time to save them. There have been times when I didn't put them out and let the pile build because I wasn't certain I'd be back that day to bring them home. They have never strayed far from our meeting place at the end of the driveway so I've been successful at bringing them back. I occasionally wonder what their relationship with the garbage man is. I wonder if they loathe him for making their mission necessary. I naturally assume they love me. After all, I keep them warm and safe inside the garage and out of the wind and snow. Well as much as I can. Then again, I do fill them with garbage. Do they like that? Do they accept that it is their role? A role necessary in the running of the overall house. Do they take pride in their work? Anyways, the point is, I got the recycling out. I always feel like I've won a small victory when the garbage gets taken. Like I have vanquished some foe. My house is now mostly garbage free! Success! I say mostly because there is always the next bag in the can building next weeks supply of trash. But then there are those days when you've fouled it up. Something was wrong. The garbage man did not accept your terms and refused take your refuse. The plastic and paper were mixed, for shame. The bag was too heavy, oh the humanity! He slaps a sticker on the offending ordinance with a hastily circled list item that you failed to acknowledge. Those are grim days. The shameful hauling back of the garbage into the garage. Is there any feeling lower than that on this Earth? Certainly yes. But for me, that is not a transcendent experience. Well, I better get back to work, before the office manager finds out. You work from home! Oh yeah, well back to work then!