Monday Wants to Rock Your Face Off

“What are you working on,” asked Monday.

“Hm, oh, nothing really,” I replied.

“Looks important,” said Monday.

“It isn’t really, just some musings,” I said.

“Oh, well then, muse on,” said Monday.

“Thanks. I will,” I said.

“Do you mind if I set up some speakers,” asked Monday.

“Speakers,” I asked.

“Yeah, just a little background music,” said Monday.

“I guess. Sure. Okay,” I said.

“Thanks. As long as you’re okay with it,” said Monday.

“Sure,” I said.

Monday shuffled about, running cords all

around my feet, desk, chair, up the walls,

over the door, out a window, back in through

another window, up across the ceiling and

back down to the floor.

“Sure this isn’t a bother,” asked Monday.

“No, it’s fine. Do what you have to do,” I said.

“Okay. Thanks,” said Monday.

Monday wheeled in two giant speakers built

for Led Zeppelin 1974.

“Whoa,” I said.

“What,” asked Monday.

“I mean, those are pretty big,” I said.

“You said it was okay,” said Monday.

“I mean, I know I did, but…,” I said, motioning

to the size of the speakers Monday was

pushing toward the windows.

“What? You said I could and it wouldn’t bother you,” said Monday.

“I thought they’d be, you know, like, normal,” I said.

“These are normal,” said Monday.

I shook my head slowly and looked in Monday’s face.

“I don’t think these are, appropriate,” I said.

“Well, I mean, you said I could so…,” said Monday.

“Fine Monday, fine,” I said.