A little Monday morning blasphemy
On occasion there is no limit to my torpidity. In fact, this morning was one such morning. I was dragging myself across the parking lot, by every outward appearance failing a field sobriety test, when I spied a spry fellow whistling his way to work.
Channeling my inner New Yorker (the source of surliness in all of us), I came up with a few choice epithets for this man and his disgusting display of Monday morning mania. I kept them to myself, naturally, but it got me to thinking (or my home brewed, equivalent thereof).
In honor of the theatrical release of the Da Vinci Code…
“On the eighth day God, deciding his work was not quite done, created coffee beans and the means to dry roast, brew, and acquire a taste for them… and it was good.” (Excerpt from the Apocrypha.) Thusly, if God had meant for us to be vigorous and cheerful on Monday mornings, why did he create coffee and the means to enjoy it? And if he did not mean for us to be vigorous and cheerful on Monday mornings, what recourse is justified for those who thwart God’s will so blatantly?