By Sunday afternoon the dread creeps in and quietly ruins whatever was left of my weekend. I can't enjoy dinner, can't settle into anything, because Monday is already sitting there on the edge of my mind. Work reaches back and takes the weekend before I've even walked through the door. Saturday I'm recovering, Sunday I'm bracing, and somewhere in there I forgot to actually rest.
More people experience this than they realize.
Every Sunday the dread of Monday steals what's left of your weekend.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.