It's Monday

It's Monday.
In two words I have said it all.  I have described Prometheus at the bottom of the hill once again.  The dying embers of that weekend fire and it's fading afterglow.  A kitchen sink full of dishes,  The laundry basket full.  Sensibility put back on.  Early bedtimes and no late nights. Deadlines to meet yet not begun.  All hope abandon ye who enter here.  . . .
It's Monday.