It’s been awhile since I’ve felt the Sunday blues. Last weekend, GJ was here (and Monday was a holiday), so that’s easy to explain, but I’m not sure why they weren’t hitting me before that.
Maybe I’d had a stream of busier Sundays? Or I just wasn’t taking the time to worry about small things I can’t change? I do have a project looming at work that I’ve been slow to finish and that’s certainly part of this feeling of malaise. And, just as GJ’s presence made last weekend better, his absence makes this Sunday worse.
Things always seem to look a little better Monday, once I’ve gotten a coffee and checked the first item off my to-do list, but for now, I’m just going to feel a little blue and say goodbye to another weekend.