It's Friday and I was discussing weekend plans with a colleague. The topic of Sunday night came up and how there's a feeling that always seems to come back at some point, when you realize that Monday morning is right around the corner.
For me, I feel this more acutely during the winter, when the days are shorter - especially during football season. As a kid, it was always a bonus when the 4 pm game ran late, delaying the start of 60 Minutes. But when that stopwatch started ticking...it was over and the blues started to kick in.
Now I'm occupied continuously on Sunday evenings, with sports, work, and/or family, so I don't get that same feeling much anymore.
Read more from the Boston Globe: "Anxious workers suffer Sunday-night syndrome"
