Sundays

Sundays used to be a depressing  time for me . It started in grade school .I would live for Fridays.
Friday nights were great .Saturday morning (with its TV lineup was wonderful and the kiddie matinee's
2 and a half hours of cartoons was heaven. But after that everything went off. By the time Sunday evening and Ed Sullivan rolled around I was not happy. This condition evolved ( except during my trade show installer days when I worked so much I didn't know what a weekend was) until I retired. Then it all changed. It is funny that Just the notion of not having to go to work on Mondays changes all that . Now life is like one long Summer vacation. It is a good thing