It is Monday.

There I was making lunch to take to work this morning when Cindy came up and sat by my feet. We had the following conversation:

Me: Why are you here?

Cindy: Why are any of us here?

Me: Oh, is it existential crisis day?

Cindy: It is Monday. 

 And indeed it is.

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