The Bobment. Happy Bobday!!
Yesterday was Daylight Stupid Time, in which some unnamed They people dork around with my hour twice a year, first taking it away in the spring and then acting like they are such great Good Guys by returning it, apparently unharmed, in the fall. Every year the They people repeat this, touting the goodness of theft, arbitrarily removing and replacing my hour.
THEY ARE LYING: there always remains 24 hours in the day!!!!
If anonymous They people can do such a thing, I, too, can create a movement:
The Bobment.
Everyone hates poor Monday. Vilified, decried, despised.
I hearby declare Monday’s name is changed to Bob.
Now you can awaken after a pleasant weekend and, instead of dreading Monday, you can enjoy a nice cup of coffee with Bob.
Happy Bob Day!
Run. Dog. Cat. Cat. Me. 
Brilliant!
TLC for President of The Bobpublic!
Ah, shucks, (digging toe in dirt)
Nahhhhh….
Before you declare Monday Bob, you might want to check out the internet slang and make sure you want to have a cup of coffee with him 😉
ah, crap.
😉
I like the name Bobday, and I shall celebrate by honoring your visit with the notorious Bobcat. However, I still resent getting up after two days of Life to report to the Qubefarm. Phooey! 😦
Sweet little bobcat. He was a nice little guy, and cute too. Sorry about the qubefarm. My office is now in the sunporch on a bistro table so I can stand and work. Hey, it’s not bad. Just don’t tip over my wine.
Dammit. Sounds perfect! Keep me in mind if you should ever need an assistant.