Sunday, Sunday

Sunday used to be a day of rest. A day to catch up and to catch your breath in preparation for the up-coming week. A little something to make that coming Monday a little easier to take.

But now... I hate Sundays. They have become the most difficult day of the week. It is the day I have to, week after week, say goodbye to my wife. Then travel back to work... hundreds of miles away. This is the one day that rips my emotional side to bits. And for the longest time, my emotional fortitude has always been as steady and rock-solid as time. But, I am fractured.

Haha... The rest of the week only destroys my health and mental wellness. These are much more easily repaired, however.