without stress, i would not work. inertia is a closer companion than activity.

hence when stress settles in, i find i start off the week bustling and cheerful. eager to dive and dip my hands in everything

anyway, to chase away those monday blues for anyone who cares, a poem for you. geometry and language can be complements too.

Shapes

A square was sitting quietly

Outside his rectangular shack

When a triangle came down-- kerplunk!--

"I must go to the hospital,"

Cried the wounded square,

So a passing rolling circle

Picked him up and took him there

--Shel Silverstein