The Dread

Must be the season: I feel out of sorts.

I hate the cold, I hate that it gets dark so early, I never want to go out at night. 
OK I'm not a night owl, but given better weather I can be reasonable.

I dislike work--One job is quite alright, the second is depressing,
 no I'm not being over dramatic and yes I spend all my free time looking for a job.

Oh and the weekends aren't that great. Either filling days worth of errands
into two days hoping I can throw a book or movie into the mix.

One time I was listening to NPR (Nice People Radio as a friend once called it).
The topic was "the dread of Sundays" (sounds like a Smiths tribute band).

 they had on a writer for the Wall Street Journal
(don't remember his name does it matter)?
His article was about the dread of Sundays.
The whole article was about "why do people dread Sundays"?
The premise is the dread starts in childhood--
weekend's over; school's on Monday.
Shows on TV that remind us it's Sunday.
People are in denial it's Sunday and act like it's Saturday.
What does all this mean?  Nothing, just a crappy time of the year, too damn busy.
I must leave--nothing more to say.