The Sunday Slump

I always try to make my weekends longer and more enjoyable.  I think that if I don't plan too many things, the time will drag and I will have the illusion that the day is, in fact, longer.  Sometimes, it does work - say, like on a rainy Saturday.  A time when you don't have to feel guilty about sitting the day away just reading or watching TV.  I usually end up using a day like that to do the mountains of ironing that I let build up because of my procrastinating through all the previous weeks.  But, then comes Sunday.  The day of rest, the day to praise our maker, the day to catch up with family for a nice long meal together.  While I really try to just enjoy whatever the day brings there is always the back burner of knowledge that it is the eve of the work week.  Mind you, I really enjoy my work and at my age really don't stress over it, however, still can't seem to shake that "gloom" that most of you, I am sure, can relate to called "Sunday Night".  This is one of those occurances that I have spent a good bit of time trying to make it different in how I perceive it and relate to it.  At some point, I do realize that no matter what I come up with or how I try to camoflage it, Sunday Night will always be just that, and why?  Because ............IJTWLI