It sure is Monday.
You know, my knowledge and appreciation of popular music from the middle 1990s is strangely lacking. I think I was listening mostly to country at that time or something.
Speaking of Monday morning, this line of Keats in “The Eve of St. Agnes” which I finished reading this morning stuck with me:
But let me laugh awhile, I’ve mickle time to grieve.
Mickle means “a large amount.” You can bet I’ll use this word on a call today, if not the whole line.
