You know, there are a lot of reasons people don’t like Monday mornings. They have to go back to work or school. They don’t get to sleep-in or make plans for a leisurely day. They have to deal with traffic and cranky co-workers and sleepy students or teachers. And sometimes they have to die terrible, horrifying deaths. Nothing like a kid with a gun to put a damper on a Monday morning.
Anniversaries are weird, you know. Last year on Monday, April 16th, something absolutely evil and inexplicably horrible happened at our alma mater, Virginia Tech. It was a Monday morning. I had returned the day before from visiting students and friends and family in Blacksburg. And then all hell broke loose. This year, April 16th falls on a Wednesday but as I sit here at my computer on this Monday morning, I feel all the horror and grief and anger and despair that I felt one year ago today.
I hate Mondays.