I refuse to wear dreary colours on Monday mornings. Today, I have a cheery red cardigan on, and a flower clip beneath my loosely tied chignon. A knee-length skirt and a white on white embroidered sleeveless blouse completes today's look of inspired feminity.
I am staring in despair at my office desk. As always, it is messy. Papers and books all over the desk, scattered yellow stick-ons, an elephant made out of rope from Thailand gifted to me by Marita, a mat from New Mexico, batik cloth from Indonesia, a feathered toucan pen, framed monkey poster, framed Australian aboriginal art, postcards from Thailand, New York, and Ghana, a woven rattan basket containing receipts and namecards...
Despite the disorder, there is a system at work. I know where my datasheets are, and where they belong. As long as no one else touches my desk, I work in peace.
I need to reorganize my desk drawers however. Old photos, postcards, a box of oil pastels, postmarked stamps, all these should be somewhere else but at work.
Monday mornings in the field are a different matter. I wear dark colours, shapeless clothes, leech socks, hiking boots... armed with datasheets and binoculars. I am grubby and cold. Sometimes, I wish I am back in my army hammock, curled up in my sleeping bag.. but other times, I am glad that I am part of a beautiful scenery like this..