Sundays

Is there anyone else who thinks that Sundays are kindof depressing? Maybe because it always marks the beginning of the end of the weekend? Represents last minute things to do before the week begins? or maybe it's that slow, methodical tick- tick -ticking of the "60 Minutes" clock that has traditionally ended Sunday evenings for so many years now. My husband and i always try to do something a little different on Sundays- go for a drive to some new nook of our town, find a new fun place to eat, etc. It's nice to drag the weekend out as long as possible....but still, the ticking clock is always in my head, like a little reminder of time passing by.