Mondays seem to sting a bit more in August.
Maybe it’s the sunburn on the back of your calves. Maybe it’s the stack of work you “took home over the weekend” in order to “leave a little early” on Friday. Or maybe it’s the lingering effects of yesterday’s boozy brunch, which led to yesterday’s boozy BBQ.
At least you’re not the lead singer of King’s of Leon who, in the middle of a show in Dallas on Friday night, said “I’m gonna go back stage for a second, I’m gonna vomit, I’m gonna drink a beer and I’m gonna come back out and play three more songs.” Three out of four ain’t bad, pal.
Point is, every weekend’s a long weekend in August. Which is why you feel a bit like this yawning sloth right now. It’s also why we’re here to help with The Reentry.