A couple weeks ago, the editorial page of the New York Times got a little poetical talking about the ineffable melancholy of Sunday nights: "Sunday evening brings a feeling completely unlike, say, Tuesday evening. The slower pace on the sidewalks feels like reluctance. The traffic seems almost melancholy. You suspect that the dogs, out for the last walk of the night, can smell the Sunday-ness of it all."
Most of us head into the weekend with a sense of relief and even joy. But for me, no matter how much fun the weekend is, Sunday night is always a drag — especially now that "Mad Men" is on hiatus! In the words of the Times, "A certain wistfulness always steals over Sunday evening. You can almost feel the people out on the streets … trying to make twilight last a little longer. Monday is gathering and they can feel it."
Ideally, we would make our homes the perfect landing place for Sunday nights. How can we make our space the ideal staging area for the week to come? Do you get through a to-do list of chores? Have a traditional English Sunday roast with friends and family? Read a book in your "sweet spot"?
How do you handle the Sundays?
Image: Edward Hopper's Automat (1927), in the Des Moines Art Center, Iowa; Permanent Collection, via the Tate