Oh, joy. It's Monday again. Where has the time gone? It feels like just yesterday I had my feet propped up on the coffee table, my body wrapped lovingly in a blanket burrito. I can still taste the popcorn and hear the many ditzy nurses on The Bachelor whining about getting dates with Zach S. Maybe that's because this was exactly what I was doing yesterday. My point is that peace and quiet and feeling free of responsibility are both fleeting. As much as we hate Monday for robbing us of our restf…