is it Monday yet?
I feel bad for Mondays sometimes. If Monday was a person, I’m pretty sure it would feel bad for itself. It is universally hated, with little exception. Monday is one of those days that is bullied and kicked around by everyone: it is universally cursed and loathed, through no fault of its own. When I think about Monday, I imagine a tiny, furry animal crouching in fear, while several large, hairy creatures gang up against it.
God created the “heavens and the earth” on Monday, and light and darkness. If it were not for this day that you so loathe, you wouldn’t be alive.