It all depends on the day

I absolutely, without doubt, love Mondays. Monday is an early-morning sunrise that peeks over the top of a nearby mountain. A cool breeze blows down from the upper end of the valley alongside a trickling river full of rainbow trout. The woodsy smell of smoke from a nearby chimney hints that someone inside is cooking eggs, bacon and biscuits – and if they’re not, they should be. Monday, for me,…