Some weeks, it seems like I’ve barely gotten home from work on Friday before I’m waking up at 5am on Monday. That WSJ article on the Sunday Blues comes to mind - all day yesterday I couldn’t really get into anything and I wondered where the weekend had gone.

This morning it was thundering and raining hard when my alarm went off, and it was still dark out as well. I couldn’t make myself get out of bed until about 5:45, long enough to make just a little bit late for everything else today. But I couldn’t really enjoy an additional forty five minutes of sleep, either, because I knew I was supposed to be up and showering already. Seeing that it’s supposed to be extremely hot and humid on Tuesday and Wednesday makes me just want to take a vacation this week - the kind of vacation where I don’t leave my apartment.

But of course I did get up and go to work, and I will tomorrow and the day after as well (if nothing breaks or unties, as my Grandpa would say).