"Have a Nice Weekend?" (Really?)

"Did you have a nice weekend?"

People still tend to ask that question. I know they're being polite, maybe on rote, and I guess it makes sense. Technically, today is a Monday (checks the calendar). There is still a work week. Yesterday was the NFL playoffs (so that made it Sunday, right?). But on the other hand...

Well, I didn't go out to a nice dinner. I didn't see a friend. I didn't go to the movies. Heck, the only reason I had to shower, shave, and get dressed is that I had a TV appearance. And I'm not the kind of guy who can wear a collared shirt while still wearing pajamas or sweats on the lower half. So I do get fully dressed. 

I think people who ask the question (and to be perfectly candid, I ask the question, although I am putting that confession here in parentheses), but I think people ask the question to give themselves a sense of normalcy. If we ask it maybe we really did have a weekend. 

This isn't to say that with a work week ending, you can't feel like you've had a weekend. It's just to say that what normally I would be doing to "have a nice weekend," I can't. And neither can most people. 

I know there is real hardship out there, that people are dying and suffering, and I don't want to come across as glib. It's just that on Monday mornings, as I stare down more days of more of the same, this is when it often hits me. How strange it all is. 

But you know what does feel like a weekend, even during the week? Not being bombarded by a certain Twitter account. Ah. it's like the feeling of a good coffee, a chirping bird outside the window (notice I didn't resort to a tweet pun), and the Sunday paper. So I guess I did have a nice weekend. 

I hope you did too.

- Dan