Oh, how I want to start a new life on Monday. At the very least, from Tuesday. And, I suspect, not only me. Leave behind all the quarrels and squabbles, insults and petty meannesses of yesterday and enter the dawn of a new day with a clear conscience. It doesn't work. Yesterday sticks out with ugly tumors and disgusting grimaces. I so want to collapse on the bed, demand cold water, and plaintively call the dog Bang... that is, Kony.