The weekend, my salvation, is over. Why do they go so quickly? Saturdays are usually glorious. I don't run many errands anymore, because it's too hard. I so enjoy being at home with my family, my pets, and my things. Sometimes I walk with a friend.
Sundays are not good. By noon on Sunday, the panic about the upcoming work week starts to set in. My family has told me that they can see the gloom start to settle over me.
I'm afraid I'll never find a workplace where I can find peace.