When I have a Monday with no unexpected major crises, it feels as if I’ve been given a gift. Minor bumps I can deal with just fine, and there are always enough of those to keep me from thinking I’m on a water slide and not a rapids. Today, for example, the Boss asked me to fax a report to the latest consultant he’s hired. It was something I hadn’t updated since 2005, so I had to scramble a bit, but I survived without more than a few little gasps.

Oh, it could have been worse. It could have been worse if I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep for the first time in weeks. And by “full,” I mean a full six and a half hours, which is the most I ever get at one time. It was almost consecutive, too, except that starting around 6:00 am, I woke up every half hour for a few minutes of the usual tossing and turning. That’s probably my one decent night’s sleep for the next six months, so it will have to do.

Allergies got to me later in the afternoon, and the sneezing and stuffy head taxed my patience. I wasn’t nearly as jolly late in the day as I had been earlier. It got to my eyes and my throat. I tried not to let it get to my sense of humor, with only marginal success. Still, for a Monday, it was almost like having an extra birthday present, just to get through it without a catastrophe.