Sunday Evening Blahs — The Armor Goes Back On

You can feel it happening before it happens.

It’s Sunday evening.

Somewhere between the late afternoon light and the moment you realize it’s almost time to think about Monday, something in you starts getting ready.

Not excited. Not prepared. Just... armored.

If you’ve been paying attention — and I think you have — you’ve felt this. The slight hardening in the chest. The small mental rehearsal of tomo…