For the longest time, I found myself in the worst of moods around every time it got dark on a Sunday.
For some reason, my smile would fade and a dark cloud would slowly creep over my head once the realization of “aw man…I gotta be a responsible adult again tomorrow.” And once I woke up on the coming Monday, I’d crawl out of bed extra groggy and totally not in the mood to do anything important. But I’d truck through that physical and mental funk, which is a routine that began to wear on me after a while.
