Ah, Mondays. The day that demands an extra shot of espresso and a hefty dose of Florence and the Machine to survive. Today was no different, except that it seemed the universe decided to throw in a few random curveballs to keep things interesting. I even ordered a tumeric, lavender latte. Huh?

I started my morning with the usual Monday blahs, dragging myself out of bed like a reluctant zombie. Florence Welch’s voice was my savior, belting out “Dog Days Are Over” as I attempted to muster the energy to face the world. Spoiler alert: the dog days were not, in fact, over. My three dogs, in all their nutty glory, had orchestrated a chaos party in the living room. Pillows everywhere. I swear they have a hidden agenda to test my sanity. They even barking at ghost dust!

After taming the canine tornado, I headed out for my caffeine fix. As I waited for my coffee, a man in a dinosaur costume strolled past the window. Not something you see every day, even in New York. He was just casually walking his dog, as one does. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling the Monday blahs too and decided to add some prehistoric flair to his day.

Work was a blur of meetings and emails, but Florence kept me company, her lyrics weaving through my thoughts. “Shake It Out” seemed particularly apt as I tried to shake off the endless stream of Zoom calls. During one particularly dull meeting, my son burst into the room, proclaiming he needed help with a random summer project – specifically, creating a model of the Eiffel Tower out of spaghetti. Why spaghetti? Your guess is as good as mine. He’s fifteen and has the flu. So, go with it.

As the day wound down, I took a walk to clear my head, Florence’s melodies still playing in my ears. Randomness and Monday blahs aside, her music reminded me to find beauty in the chaos. After all, Mondays are just another opportunity for unexpected adventures and a good laugh.

Here’s to surviving another Monday with a little help from Florence and the Machine, and the delightful unpredictability of life.