monday morning melancholy

It's Monday morning.  The streets are bustling as people return to work after a weekend of beach bathing and general lethargy.  Me?  I'm curled up in bed, enjoying a few more moments of quiet before I admit to myself that not only is the weekend over but our week with Mom and Dad.  They left last night and things just feel a little barren without them nearby.  Just a little bit longer to hide from the reality that Monday morning holds and then I promise I'll get back to work.  More painting, blogging, sweeping, laundry.  All of it can wait a few more hours.  I think the dust bunnies understand that saying goodbye isn't easy to do.