Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day. . .to get anything substantive done. I might as well make plays on words using 1960s song titles, because not anything else of consequence is happening these days. In the words of the Bard of Avon: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time;"

Well, the last syllable of recorded time for the regular session is 168 hours from tonight (5/14) at 11:59:59, so things have to get moving a bit. Big bills are moving on the floors of both the House and Senate, including the constitutional amendment for a 3/8 cent increase in the sales tax for outdoor and cultural purposes and the transportation finance bill that includes a five-cent gas tax increase. A number of finance bills, some on a second trip through conference committee due to the Governor's veto, are in conference committee.

All this adds up to a monster Seven Days in May, after which things may go nuclear in a political sense. There are enough bad puns in this blog, so I'll give everyone a chance to answer a couple of trivia questions. Congrats to Mark Redemske, Superintendent in Maple Lake, for identifying Todd Rundgren and the album Something/Anything as the participant and source for the title "One More Day (No Word)."

First, "Monday, Monday" was a big hit for the Mamas & the Papas. Name the only member of the group that is still alive. Second, the mega co-stars for 1964's Oscar-nominated Seven Days in May (Sorry, no winners) was the second of three times these actors teamed up at the top of the bill. Name either of the other movies in which these two thespians labored next to each other. One of the films was very, very good. The other was very, very not-so-good.