Everything takes on a certain murkiness on Monday, and by Tuesday you'll have no idea which way is up. That kind of disorientation can be fun, so long as you're in the mood for it. Wednesday and Thursday, find antidotes to the ambiguous abstractedness. Make dinner at home. Put down your thoughts in writing. Play an album you know by heart. On Friday, nothing is as strong as the pull of your heart, which may explain why, on Saturday, you'll open up a book of poetry. Sunday isn't a boring day, but you should try to keep the activities cerebral rather than athletic.