Monday supposedly suck. Society conditions us to think this at an early age. Our school week starts on Monday. Most work weeks start on Monday. They tell us that to cherish weekends and monopolize our weekends with plans we cannot fathom making during the week. All my Mondays this year have sucked so far. I feel like I’ve had this cloud following me around that releases a few droplets here and there during the week and, then, Monday comes and the lightning strikes, and I can hear the rumbling of thunder in the background just before the downfall. It’s never a few drops here and there on Monday.