It's Monday, a new week has begun and for many people it's the start of another five-day marathon at work. Depending on what you do Mondays are a real torture. I remember working for a huge tourist organization a few years ago. Their headquarter was a building in Jong-no where the windows in the restrooms on the higher floors don't open wide in order to unable intended accidents. Perhaps it was a company policy, or perhaps it was just necessary.
Fortunately, my Mondays don't require getting up at six o'clock anymore. No shirts and ties, no uncomfortable shoes. No, at this point in my life I can sleep in on Mondays. I still prefer to get up early, though not as early as six in the morning, but early enough to seize the precious hours before noon. For some reason the day just picks up speed after twelve o'clock. It's a complete mystery, but I'm sure most people will agree with me.
Lazy morning hours are the best. Taking time for an extended breakfast, bread and fresh coffee, followed by some time to read and write before the church bell announces lunch time, that's priceless. And yes, one day this might be nothing but a nice memory, but I'm definitely trying to maintain this as long as possible, no matter what people might think or say. And this is no unthought matter, in fact, I thought about this a lot, over bread and fresh coffee.
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