Wiki if you're not sure why I'm talking like this and think I may have lost the plot.
But can I really think in such definitive terms? I certainly don't hate all Mondays especially because on alternate week it's my much valued day off and a time to catch up or potter about. And even when I am working, not every waking minute of the day turns out to be as bad as I expect when I drag myself out of bed.
Today, even though I had to fend off cat fleas in an infested house there were lots of good moments: a particularly delicious just perfectly ripe peach, finding a pack of corks for my bath mat project in a charity shop, a drive along the wonderfully scenic coastal route between Kingsbridge and Dartmouth and bottling the elderflower champagne that I started to brew last week. And my frequently mislaid watch turned up again!
Plenty of evidence to caution against black and white thinking and serve to remind me that anticipatory dread is a waste of emotional energy. Things often really don't turn out as we expect. Oh, except yesterday's highly predictable loss against Germany in the World Cup!