It's true what they say about Mondays...

I've never had a particular issue with Monday. I've heard people gripe about it being Monday, feeling like Monday, etc, but I really never related. Mondays, for me, were pretty much like any other day of the week. If anything, I liked Mondays, because that meant the kids were going back to school and I could actually maintain a thought longer than 3 seconds without being interrupted.

That all changed this month. Now I think I hate Monday. And if Monday doesn't shape up soon, I might just kick her out of my schedule altogether.

Mondays began causing me trouble on Monday, September 12th. It was the premier day of my radio show, and I was a little on edge. After all, the last time I'd hosted any sort of radio show was when I was a teenager and I hosted a weekly entertainment feature on a local AM station called "Country Greats", where I'd talk about a country music artist and play some of their music. It's been a long time since then, and, well, it's a lot harder when you're a grown up.

So on Monday, September 12th, we had the little situation with the exploding fuse and the water dripping from the light socket, and more than half my house being without electricity. I did the first show with a strained voice from calling back and forth to my son while working on the electric/water problem, without any run through or practice.

But I survived it, Carly Phillips and Tina Leonard survived it, and overall, the show went pretty well.

Then on Monday, September 19th, I bought a name brand telephone with a cord, in the hope that using that to do the show--instead of a cell phone, like I'd used the previous week--would make my voice a bit clearer. Apparently the water damaged more than my electric, and using my telephone instead of my cell phone actually sounded much worse.

Sandra Brown and Lucy Monroe, my guests this week, sounded great. But there was so much static on my phone line that I'm surprised they could even hear my questions.

So I'm all set to do the September 26th show. I've decided to use the cell phone until I can get my phone line replaced. Got my guests lined up. Sent out the promo to the email lists. Had the outline done in advance. Third show was going to be the charm.

NOT.

I got nailed by some kind of bug, or maybe it's just allergy season or something. In any event, by Monday afternoon I was sick as a dog. You know... sinuses, fever, sore throat, hacky cough.

Have you ever felt like you were being tested?

I could hardly cancel the show, so an hour before we were scheduled to go on, I took a dose of Tylenol Cold medicine, drank a double dose of cough medicine, and had a supply of Halls Max on my desk, along with a fresh pot of hot coffee.

There I sat at my desk, cell phone charged, show outline in front of me, alternating between sweating and the chills, and higher than a kite.

Heather Graham joined me as our special guest book news reporter, and my two guest authors, Karen Rose Smith and Stephanie Bond, were awesome. I have to say the show went pretty smooth, all things considered. So smooth, in fact, that the show was technically done, and I still had 4 minutes to fill (ack!)

Had I not been under the influence of an entire medicine cabinet, I might have been able to pull that last 4 minutes off with something brilliant, but at that point, I confessed--live, on the air--that I had absolutely nothing else to say.

Fortunately, Stephanie Bond was still on the line and was willing to talk a bit more about her books.

I owe ya, Steph.

I now sit here wondering what sort of fun next Monday will bring. For author Francis Ray's sake, I'm hoping Monday decides to be kind.