I deeply dislike Sundays. One has nothing to do besides the things one has been able to avoid during the week by doing other work, and any errands or outings one might desire to take are impracticable due to everything being closed. In the absence of the daily grind of the workweek and the mad rush of Saturday morning errands, one is left with a sense of aimlessness partnered with a looming anxiety over obligations unfulfilled.
"One" being me, in this context. I understand it is not part of the universal human experience. In fact, it is Monday that tends to get flack for ending the weekend. Monday to me is like any other workday, and Sunday is the harbinger of doom. I welcome tomorrow. Things will be open and I'll actually be able to get stuff done.
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