It’s not so much that the day is wasted that makes me sad, but rather, the fact that Sunday evening inevitably turns into Monday morning.
It’s not so much that the day is wasted that makes me sad, but rather, the fact that Sunday evening inevitably turns into Monday morning.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
Spot on.
Mondays. Ugh!
“Waste” assumes an über-Puritan-work-ethic definition of how we use our time. (I know this because it’s been beaten into my DNA by penguins with yardsticks.) When one realizes that the only possible way to survive Monday is to recharge a bit by spending Sunday with some relaxing and down time, then the time is no longer wasted.
Your gut will however still feel guilty as hell on Sunday night, no matter how smart your brain knows itself to be.
enjoy every minute of sunday, there is no stopping monday )