The weekend was … fine. Disappointing. But fine really. I mean, there was nothing especially wrong with it. Everyone I care about is doing fine — lifting their bale, toting their barge. I spent time outdoors, I got sleep, I talked with friends on the other side of the country, and I went for a bike ride.

Maybe it’s that it’s finally October, a month that usually includes trips to see family and friends, with birthdays aplenty and the promise of weekend festivals and cooler temperatures and … just … life.

“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.”

I am counting my blessings. We have each other. We’re healthy. Our families and friends are healthy. We have an apartment and a garden plot and a car and bikes. We have food and access to libraries and online movies and phones to reach out to loved ones. I have a job that is good 85% of the time and a bank account with money in it. If that doesn’t feel like enough today, I know it’s okay. Because it is enough in the grand scheme of things.

I guess it just feels like a Mondayish Sunday in a Mondayish month of a Mondayish year. Yeah, I think that’s it — 2020 just feels like a year of Mondays.

The good thing about Mondays is that they go away eventually, whether you do anything about them or not.

Here’s to that moment.