The Sunday Evening Blues

It’s ninety minutes from midnight, of a Sunday night.  Normally I’d have already been in bed for an hour.  That after a handful of hours of quiet resignation, what with the weekend winding down and a full, 5-day work week approaching.

Alas.  I try not to speak too much or too harshly about such things.  You have to be careful what you wish for.

The July 2009 issue of Sport Rider – the one just now hitting the newsstands – has a story I penned several months ago called “Hard Times”.  It’s about being unemployed.

Having been there and done that puts the Sunday evening blues in a whole different perspective.  So, yeah, you keep those groans and those grimaces down to a whisper.  Trust me, there are things far worse than going to bed on Sunday evening knowing you have a full week worth of going-to-work in front of you.

Still, despite earnestly endeavoring to count our blessings, it’s funny how having Monday off can transform those Sunday evenings into such a pleasant bit of time.  I suppose I’ll end up, instead, with the Monday evening blahs.  Oh well.

I’ll try and make that vacation day tomorrow count…


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