I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm an introvert and a homebody. Friday night to Sunday is this precious pause of time and space; I get to catch up with a close friend or two over a video chat and cuddle with my dog, Quentin. The weekend is a gift we don't take lightly.
But it’s a cycle: Sunday afternoon hits, and you start thinking about all the fun things you didn't get to this weekend. Then Sunday evening rolls around, and that Monday-morning meeting looms just a little larger with every passing hour. Before you know it, the weekend is gone...forever. It's the “Sunday Scaries,” as some people like to call that sudden surge of dread (and by “some people,” yes, I mean me).
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