Since November 24th everyday has seemed like Sunday.

This is not necessarily a good thing. Sunday always brings with it a sadness that I can never quite put my finger on. I guess it is the fear and the dread of Monday. That is part of it anyway. It seems like that in the fall and wintertime the wind blows a little harder and a little colder on Sunday’s than it does on any other day.

I have just experienced four days of the wind blowing a little harder and a little colder and to be honest with you I am glad it is over.

As bad as Monday can be it is always easier facing it than dreading it.

I’ll just assume my position, caught between the longing for love and the struggle for the legal tender, and push on.

Rejoice, rejoice we have no choice but to carry on.