Let's Talk About Monkeys
I've started and abandoned at least 5 different posts, each of which was some really turgid form of boring navel-gazing. It's the first Monday of the New Year and as such will have its own degrees of moroseness for everyone. I don't need to add to it with my strange ramblings.
Instead I've decided that I want to celebrate monkeys. I love monkeys because they always make me smile no matter what my day has been like or what mood I'm in. I love dogs, but they'll break your heart. Monkeys, on the other hand, come with no strings attached. They're just goofy, silly smiling things.
One of the silver linings accompanying our less-than-wonderful news of last week is that in reshuffling various office equipment between my basement desk and Hubs' loft office, I've now got room for my four-foot-tall love monkey on my desk. I like having him there much better than the monitor that I had.
Around 12 years ago I adopted a monkey from the Paradeis gift shop in the Nashville Airport. He's been a mischevious companion on most of our travels since then. His name is Jonathan, but he'll also answer to Jinx.
That's him at the Wilderness Lodge in Disney World.
So anyway, have a happy Monday, and if you get too down with the whole malaise, just think of a monkey. It'll cheer you up every time.