Oh, Mondays

Mondays seem to be very different.

And there is obviously nothing special needed for Monday to be good.

Just a bus in time, just a drizzle, just an English teacher, just a little time for myself.

The doubts are just  about coming weekend.

Vilnius is waiting for me, Vilnius is waiting.

But maybe no one else.

Adele is always good for re-singing, ALWAYS.

She ain't sad.

And a million of post cards is going to cause a BIG crysis.

P.S. Don't blame November, it is beautiful.