I was never the kind of person who dreaded Mondays. On the contraire, I looked forward to them. My work life as an editor was fulfilling, exciting, challenging. My weekend life was depressing, lonely, and anxiety-ridden. I’m also an early riser — on Sundays, I would have read the NYT, done laundry, cleaned my apartment, read a manuscript, and it was still too early for brunch. (Not that I wanted to go to brunch. I hate “virgin Marys.”)

Now that I basically have my shit together (i.e. married and medicated), I”m a little less psyched to start the work week especially after a vacation. 400 emails await. Many with those little paper clips attached, and I can hear them screaming: read me, read me first. Read me now!

Okay, read for two hours. Then Hung and Entourage. My lime seltzer (livin’ large). Meds and bed.

What’s you Sunday night routine? Any writing getting done?

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