Typical Monday

The sky is painted with a slightly grey overcast.

There is some obnoxious species of bird singing away outside of my window.

The weather is in dire contrast with the things I need to get done…

Nothing even major… just like, everyday adult human stuff.

Even changing clothes seems like the most grueling process ever.

Back to the bird: My bird identifier app recognized it as an Eastern Phoebe.

Its call is that of a shrill alarm that I would typically set to keep myself from procrastinating.

Could nature have sent this bird to me because my weekly habits have become consistent and predictable?

It must be Monday.