Anyways, walking out of the apartment this morning, I met my next door neighbor in the hallway as we waited for the elevator. She's an older, relatively elegant woman, and this morning as she put on her flowered gloves in the elevator, I thought about how on Monday mornings, we all put our best foot forward. A few seconds later, the doors opened on the 11th floor and a woman with perfectly done blonde hair and a smart pair of burgundy Chanel glasses stepped in, also ready to leave her mark on the day.
On the ground floor, the three of us each marched in our own direction ready to take on a new week.
