Every Sunday Is Like Sunday

Sunday has got to be most depressing day of the week, and it doesn’t help that, since daylight savings time has been in effect, night falls at a precipitously early hour. It must be these Sunday doldrums getting to me when I can’t help but think that the world has fallen into shadow, that we’re knee-deep into a potentially miserable recession, that the war we’re waging in Afghanistan is a kind of murderous folly, that the business I’ve begun might be a foolish and fruitless conceit, that my girlfriend and I are going to break up, that the Yankees are going to lose the World Series tonight.