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The Melancholy of Sunday Night
Sunday nights – the more they change, the more they stay the same.
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Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
I loved this post the first time I read it. I love it even more now. Those days are gone for me, too.
Thanks DearMaizie. You’d be surprised how much your opinion matters to me.
I also used to get “the Sundays,” dreading school the next day or not wanting to return to work. Sometimes, I think it was because of the letdown…looking forward to Friday and the weekend that didn’t always turn out so great or maybe WAS so good that I didn’t want it to end. Since the pandemic, I no longer get “the Sundays” because every freakin’ day is now the same. I had already started working from home when it hit, but now I just don’t have any of the “real life” things to surround that work. I almost WISH if had a reason for a good case of The Sundays!!!