Sunday night just before sunset as the late summer Gulf Coast sunset turned pink in the western sky, I revisited a theme that’s become common these recent years: Monday, blue Monday. How I hate to see it come!

The thought of Monday morning spoils the hues of Sunday night's sunset.

The thought of Monday morning spoils the hues of Sunday night’s sunset.

Monday, oh wretched Monday!
How untimely thy hideous head reareth
as weekend’s pinkened light
doth fade
in the western sky,
foreboding sorrow
on the morrow!

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