don't forget your shorts

It sucks to stand in the locker room at 8 a.m. on a Monday, mooning the stoic bank of empty lockers behind you, while you claw through your gym bag looking for shorts. Towel, you got. Workout shirt and even socks and sneakers. But you'll be damned if you're going to go work out in jeans. You flirt with the idea of going out there in just your boxers. After all, you're only going to be lifting weights, mostly shoulders and arms today anyway. You won't be doing jumping jacks or other floppy exercises.

Fortunately, the Monday morning fog clears enough to realize you are not going to go out there in just your boxers.

Welcome to the working week. I know it don't thrill you; I hope it don't kill you. Welcome to the working week.