On Mondays I begin the week with my frozen mug filled to the brim with a real, made-in-Mexico Coca-Cola (cane sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup makes a universe of difference) to provide caffeine, one of the delicious personal quiches from Pax on 42nd Street and 3rd Avenue, and the musical accompaniment of SACRED MORNING CHANTS to Shri Ganesh, as sung by a number of folks who are down with the Hindu Remover of Obstacles.
Ganesh, my favorite of the post-Vedic deities.
While not a religious type per se, I do dig what Ganesh represents and puts out there, and the serene sound of his devotional chanters fills me with a great sense of calm centeredness, the perfect way to start the week, and imbues my isolated no-man's-land work space a shrine-like air. A shrine to geekiness, perhaps, but it works for me. I just wish I could burn incense in here.