Sunday Nights

Sunday nights have been depressing for me most of my life. When I was a child Sunday night meant my Dad would be gone when I woke up in the morning and not come home until Friday. He traveled a lot with his work. Now it means going to work and spending long days in a windowless office.

This is the view from the windows in my home office. Its hard to leave this comfortable space in the mornings.


I used to go home for lunch everyday when I worked 10 minutes from home. I miss working in the community I live.