weekday nowadays

I don't go to work on Mondays, so I can do things like haphazardly finish cleaning the house before The Inspection (including becoming a Human Vacuum Cleaner after our mechanical one passed away, kick-sweeping the front porch, and concealing certain non-permitted felines), ride my bicycle through the rain down the only path I ever take to reach the center of Brunswick, buy choy sum and string beans and mushrooms from an empty grocery store and wish I had enough money to buy honey, sleep on the floral couch, listen to records on the floral couch, and write and read and wait for Lambros to come home from university. I finished the last twenty pages of Marie Darrieussecq's A Brief Stay with the Living on the front step, smoking and pausing every two or three paragraphs to prolong its incredible ending.