Sundays. The great “day of rest” in the west (oooh that kinda rhymed -move over M&M)
So why does it feel like Sunday is basically Mondays pre-party? There’s laundry to do, lunch to make, and inevitably thinking about what new idiocy your boss is going to implement. And you KNOW he will. Adulting is hard, so Sundays are an ideal time to treat yourself to all the little things that are going to make you feel a bit better about having to clock in and be a grown up for the week.
I remember when I was a kid (it was all in black and white back then) Sundays lasted all day, they were lazy and carefree, and mostly full of cartoons, mums Sunday roast, and just loafing about
Also “mostly naked Sunday” is a thing for other people too right? Im writing this in tshirt and underwear FYI, so you dont need the mind bleach.
Stay beautiful, Ulf.