Since yesterday felt like Saturday, I suppose it was inevitable that, at some point, today would begin to feel like Sunday. And not in a good way. Got the grumpies around 7...when I knew it was time to go make the lunches. Oh well. It was a great three day weekend, and I have to just face the music I suppose, but for right now, I am just going to go sulk. I am not growing. I guess I just need to accept I am not a happy camper on Sunday nights.