Well, Monday was, as they say, "a day." To fully get the effect, one has to say "Monday was a day" in a voice that implies sarcasm, resignation and weariness all at one time. It was the kind of day that leaves a cat, like Bree, exhausted to the point that she is sleeping where she is, but is not exactly in the most comfortable of positions (for a cat). And, as far as the human goes, it was leaving me feeling paralyzed and incapable of doing even the tiniest of tasks.