Sunday Night…

What IS it about Sunday night?  

And then, of course, there’s Monday morning:


Doesn’t seem to matter how much you love your life.  

Or how late you stay up.  Here they come again.


I suppose that it is just the twinge of sadness and mild panic we get for all things that must end.  

And there’s the surprised irony–that we get a second chance to repeat the whole megillah again, come morning.  

Oh.  We are funny bunnies.

* * *

Wishing you the sweetest of Sunday nights.  I will catch you on the flip side.

Leaving you with a few of my evening-themed seranades.  

Sleep tight.  Don’t let ’em bite.  And may you enjoy the dawn.



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