Monday: The Day After Sunday

I woke up tonight rested. I had been asleep all day. Monday night is always the busiest night no mater how hard i try to keep it simple. The workload seems overwhelming. On Sundays I tell myself, "Sappito eres listo." Little frog, you're ready. The jumping never ends aslong as I choose to remain a frog. I hop from pad to pad. The crickets accompany my song and so I do not feel lonely. I roam the vast swamp eating my nightly meal first. I know the amount of energy needed to do it right.