There's not much to say about Monday that hasn't already been said.
at 3am I was lying in bed, listening to the rain and thinking to myself, yes, it's Monday again.

I'm not thinking now, not after two cups of strong Joe with sugar in to make the blood flow and thoughts go wherever thoughts go when you're not thinking.
Banksy
probably painted the sky today, it's a mash-up of a
battleship grey, a one-off unique where the sun plays
hide and seek,
not much to say about Monday.