Because nothing says the weekend was good like having a sluggish Sunday.
There’s something about Sundays that just has me feeling slow, lazy, and barely motivated enough to actually do something. It may be because Saturday nights tend to get a little crazy as all good times do. Or it may just be that I sleep in too much. Whatever it is, it’s persistent. I managed to somehow get myself outside for some mountain biking today, but the energy it gave lasted no longer than the exercise itself.
On the other hand, there’s the next week to look forward to. I know that another night’s sleep will set me right back up in a good, productive place. But is there really nothing I can do to get there sooner? Should I want to, anyway? It’s the weekend and I know I need the rest, so it might be wise to take it while I can.
Monday can’t come soon enough!