Pre-Monday blues.

Today I realized there's been a distinct weekly pattern in my mood: I'm always thrilled on Friday afternoons (it doesn't hurt that now that the days are longer, Bob and I meet every Friday after work at the Embarcadero BART station and stroll along the waterfront before getting dinner somewhere). Saturdays and Sundays until around 3 or 4, I'm feeling just wonderful -- happy to be immersed in my hobbies or social undertakings, thrilled with whatever the weather may bring. Then on Sunday in the late afternoon, the blues creep in. It's now 3:05 on Sunday, and sure enough I'm getting that anxious, stressed-out, sad feeling. It's time to take charge of this. And now that I've noticed the rhythm, I can figure out a counterpoint.