Sunday nights have always held melancholy for me. I’m not sure why this is; I used to attribute it to going to a job that I loathed on Monday mornings (EARLY on Monday mornings, which made it that much worse), but I don’t have that burden anymore, and I’m still sad. Maybe it’s just this particular Sunday…I just feel very much alone right now.

I spent all day in the house with my sweet Bear. He is still too young to communicate with me in meaningful ways; we have cuddles, we have tantrums…and at the end of the day, I put him to bed and face a house of silence. Usually, this doesn’t bother me, but tonight, it does.

So I’m just going to let myself have A Sad Night, and just wallow. Maybe I’ll knit and watch some trash TV. Maybe I’ll take a bath and try to go to bed early. Maybe I’m sad because I’m out of wine! Or maybe it’s just one of those nights…one of those humid, late summer nights when I’m longing for the touch of the cool wind in my face, and I want to breathe, and I want to drink pumpkin spice lattes.

Yes. That’s it. I want a cool autumn breeze. I loathe this time of year, and I’m just going to say that and be done with it. Take that, nasty summer.