Monday is hard day for everyone.
You’ve just enjoyed the weekend, and then that alarm goes off, much earlier than you had hoped.
Doesn’t matter if you love your job as much as I do.
Monday’s can be tough.
So, by Monday night, most people are just shot.
In the past, by Monday night, you could stick in a fork in me because I was completely done.
Yet, this Spring, something happened.
Monkey Girl happened to walk through my bedroom while Dancing with the Stars started.
She was transfixed.
I let her stay.
She asked questions, she made comments.
We discussed technique, costumes, why people are celebrities, etc.
It was a blast.
And now…it’s what we do…EVERY MONDAY NIGHT.
I’m devastated that tomorrow night is the finale, because then it’s over for a few months.
Trust me, we connect in lots of ways throughout the day.
But, this was just a new, special thing that we shared.
And I loved it.
And I love her.
And that’s all there is to it.
