Readers of a certain vintage will recognize the title of this posting as coming from a song by the Carpenters. Karen Carpenter let us know that rainy days and Mondays really got her down.
This Monday morning in Chicago is not only rainy, but extremely muggy. I staggered to my car under the weight of my accumulated dry-cleaning only to discover that the clicker to open the parking lot wasn’t working. I stood there helplessly until someone else showed up. His clicker didn’t work either and we ended up unhooking the mechanism and, with considerable physical effort, pried the gate open.
I tried to drop my cleaning off, but the street was bristling with police cars and ominous “You will be towed” signs. Ah, well. I got into work and my computer wouldn’t boot-up. Major panic was followed by several deep breaths and the decision to try starting it up again – it worked.
Accessing my email, I realized (oh so belatedly) that I am scheduled to be at a conference in San Jose, California this coming Friday at exactly the same time that a friend from Paris is arriving in Chicago. Eek. What to do?
It is barely 8:00a.m. I am already brought low by this rainy Monday. What can I do to redeem the day?