Edgar Allan Poe opens up The Fall of the House of Usher in a way that is strikingly appropriate of this particular Monday morning.
Gloomy, dark, cold, and wet.
As Garfield would say, “I hate Mondays.”
Again Poe puts it quite appropriately: “I know not how it was - but, with the first glimpse of the building [in this case the College], a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible.”
Oh how I wish I could have slept in this morning!
If the sun would grant the earth with but a whisper of sunshine, it would give me hope for a finer day.