The Sunday Blues aren't nearly so bad when the weather is gorgeous out. The sun was shining all day. I typically hate Sundays because it's the day before the work week commences. Plus I do all the usual Sunday things: read the Sunday papers (local and NYT), do laundry, watch a little football, vacuum, do a little knitting. I always feel like I'm just waiting for Monday to come. It's hard to think of Sundays as fun. Maybe if I planned something to happen only on Sundays...like a Sunday dinner. That would make things easier to bear.