The emails pour in all weekend in response to my Saturday and Sunday columns. I answer some on the weekend, but try to ignore the incoming tide until Monday back at the office.
Every other day (every other day), every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever monday comes, but whenever monday comes
A-you can find me cryin all of the time
On Monday, I’m crying after reading the heartbreaking or horrifying stories sent to me… or the insults from people who think I’m completely wrong… or the compliments from those who find help with formerly intractable problems.
Even those who don’t remember the Mamas and Papas and their 1966 hit song may find Mondays hard to take.
Welcome to my Monday mailbag and welcome to my world.