You know, if I know the reason why a 48-hour weekend vanishes in about three hours, I’ll be rich.
It just does. Woke up to a most gray of Mondays, with the rain pouring down and the highways clogged with innumerous traffic accidents and being late for work. What a fantastic start to the week. Difference. That’s what it is. An imbalance of expectations or status. Everyone complains about Monday, how terrible it is, how manic or black it is but it’s at its worse when you’ve had a great weekend. So either my weekends have gotten a lot better or my weekdays have gotten a lot worse. I think both.