The first Presidential Debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump takes place tonight. Frankly, I’d rather have my appendix taken out with a spoon than watch this sideshow, but watch it I will. It’s part of my civic responsibility as a member of a well-informed electorate.
Riding to work this morning, I vacillated between looking forward to what will surely be an entertaining evening spent shouting at my television, and pondering the benefits of closing my eyes for a few more ZZZs. Of course checking email and Twitter won out and the next thing I knew we’d arrived at my destination. The point is, I’m tired. It’s Monday morning, I have a big week coming up and I am bone weary.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good tired. I had a really good weekend. I packed a lot into those 48 hours, including helping a friend christen his charming new house yesterday with an “end-of-summer/welcome-to-the-family-Morty” cook-out. It was a lot of fun, but I don’t think I sat down for more than ten minutes all day. Boy, am I paying for it. I feel hung-over despite the fact that I was asleep by 9:30. (Okay, yes, there was wine involved, but that’s not why my feet hurt. Don’t distract me.)
Anyhoo, as I trudged toward a dining hall this morning, to get
the elixir of life my coffee, my feet having chosen the course of their own volition, I felt like I was moving through a field full of marshmallows and cotton balls – on a treadmill.
It occurred to me, as I knocked over the leaning tower of paper coffee cups next to the vats-o-caffeine, earning dirty looks from equally bleary-eyed students and dining service employees alike, that if I had a place on that Hofstra University stage tonight, I would announce that my first act as President would be an Executive Order mandating a four day work week and a three day weekend. I know I’m not alone (because I took poll in my office) when I say that I would gladly work an extra two hours every day if it meant I could have three days off every week.
My campaign slogan: “Mondays would be a lot easier to handle if they happened on a Tuesday.” I’d win the election in a landslide.
How are you this beautiful fall morning? (I’m hoping it is as beautiful where you are as it is here in the Northeast). Are you planning to watch the debate or will you wait for the ad-nauseum post-mortem?