Monday Morning

Weather beautiful this morning, and coffee tasty, but when open up computer to begin work, and glance at what have written over weekend, am appalled. As am leaving apartment, Dave asks, What's wrong? Sign and say, Nothing. Run into the Contessa in front of work. She is beaming and says that she is Excited about moving in with the New Man. Not nervous at all anymore. Of course, she will have to replace his towels, but that is easy enough -- she stops herself -- What's wrong? Again sigh and say, Nothing. In office, Libby announces that she's gotten over her morning sickness and feels fan-tas-tic! Asks, How was your weekend!? Say, Fine, in tight voice. Shut door to office and feel like monster.