Monday, Any day, All Days

So another Monday is almost "under our belts." What, exactly, does that mean? Does that suggest that it is below our waists? Or, perhaps, trapped inside the space between our trousers and our belts? And what about those of us who do not wear belts: perhaps suspenders, straps, or nothing at all? Could this day be lying furtively below a belt somewhere in a drawer waiting to jump up and strike us without warning? And, although as I write this it is Monday, it is already Tuesday in China and other locales similarly situated. And with that "one hour later" thing going they may already be into Wednesday.

So, maybe Monday is not almost "under our belts" but almost "behind us." Okay, let's all take a deep breath, turn around, look carefully, and see if we can spot it! Is that it lurking behind the woodpile? Maybe it is silently lurking in our Day Planners, aching for the chance to remind us of all the things we planned to do today, I mean yesterday, or whatever.

Maybe "Monday, [is] Monday" or "Sundays Will Never Be the Same", given that they are also Tuesdays and perhaps more similar to the other fine days of the week than we think. Then, of course, we must deal with "Monday Morning", "Manic Mondays", "Tuesday Afternoons", "Ruby Tuesday", etc., etc.