What have you been saving for later…

and how much later is left?

You know the Sunday-evening feeling. The week’s done, the house is quiet, nothing urgent needs doing — and into that small clearing settles a low gray weight you’ve never quite found a name for. You manage it. A show, a scroll, something to get you to sleep so tomorrow can start. You call it the Sunday blahs. You call it just tired. You don’t look at it.