From the public service department here at Caoine.org, step by step instructions on evading the all-encompassing sense of doom and despair that so frequently crops up on Sundays. (At least, my Sundays.)

1. After a full week of being quite miserably ill, score a full night of sleep unmarred by coughing fits of any kind and interrupted only by the occasional cat paw gently inserted into mouth.
2. Spend the morning painting your nails, catching up on RSS feeds, avoiding genuine productivity of any sort, and skipping breakfast.
3. Around noon, head to the Village for an extravagant brunch with Saucy Nicole at Five Points. Get to feel like a rock star when you’re seated immediately while all the no-reservations suckers stand around outside in the drizzle. Stuff yourself with churros and home fries and specialty cocktails, making up for that whole skipping breakfast thing.
4. Proceed immediately home while still full and tipsy and fall asleep on the couch watching Roman Holiday. This may escalate to a full-on nap heap involving all members of the household, both human and feline.
5. Wake up as it’s getting dark and realize you don’t have to make dinner because you’re still full from brunch. Score!
6. Sunday Blues successfully averted; spend the remainder of the evening however you wish. I recommend catching up on email and listening to Beirut.