Sundays can be so lovely - visiting friends, going for walks in the park, watching old movies on TV. And yet, as Sunday creeps on, the dark cloud of Monday begins to lurk over us, reminding us of our work obligations, of office politics, of days spent inside grey felt walls. Let’s face it - half of Sunday is forfeit to Monday.

I find solace in Mondays, though, knowing that everyone in the world, from the CEO on down to the meter maid on the street, wishes it were Saturday again. Every single one of us would rather be at home.

It’s amazing that we get anything done at all.