Monday isn't a four letter word

I know it's not really politically correct to admit that I love Mondays.  I'm supposed to whine and complain that the weekend is over and I'm dreading the next five days.  But here's the deal: I do love Monday.  Especially Monday morning.  On Monday morning I'm an optimist.  Nothing has ruined my week yet.  I'm still thinking about uplifting church talks.  I'm refreshed from the weekend and ready to dive back into my routine.  My to do list seems more doable.  On Monday I'm certain I can be kinder, read my scriptures more, keep my house clean all week, make dinner every night, save money; on Mondays, I can do anything.  Maybe you can just do me a favor and keep it a secret that Monday happens to be my favorite day of the week.  Or maybe you can come out and just admit it: you love Mondays too.