Once the subject came up with a friend, perhaps more of an acquaintance, of what we might do with our last day on Earth, provided we were in excellent health and everyone we loved was alive. I’ll never forget their plan. Invite them all to the beach for BBQ, touch football, and horseback riding. Sip chilled beer as the sun drifts below the horizon, and lay beside their significant other on a big blanket at the edge of a bonfire. Later, fire off a few roman candles, and then listen to the waves break against the cool dark sand.

That’s not a bad way to close out any day, come to think of it. A hell of a finish, really.

When Monday plays out like a Friday, as the week unfolds can each remaining day beat the last, until the week ends with a massive crescendo? Or are the hands of karma ready to lay the smackdown? In any case today was an UnMonday, and a great writing idea came from an unexpected source.

To many more UnMondays.

Lessons learned this week. First, I enjoy a good crisis as much as any tech, though I prefer those punctuated by brief moments of calmness. Solving a nasty four month old problem merits a wee break. At least to me, I think it does. Like just enough time for a bathroom round trip before the utility company snuffs the power to campus.

By the end of the day I laughed. I must confess I did not in the moment.

Better still, I learned that a coworkers best friend is an editor at Harcourt.

The people you meet when you wander the halls.

A big weekend wedding passed. I’m very happy for my buddy, Matt. I didn’t lose a friend. I gained a partner in evil.

Seems everyone is getting married lately.

Being a best man reminded me that I like public speaking. My day job rarely calls for it, but I can stand and deliver. Must have struck a chord; the mom in law gave me a kiss immediately after and said, “Come over anytime. Don’t call. Just come over.”

Needless to say, it was a hell of a nice thing to hear after not sleeping for two nights leading up to the ceremony. The gin helped, too.

And now it’s back to work. Covered 5 more pages Sunday afternoon. Rust never stops.