the Sunday-night, back-to-work-blues don’t get any easier. I have some strategies for easing them, and enough confidence in and enjoyment of my work to sometimes avoid the feeling altogether, but when they hit, they hit. It’s the cold weather, it’s a persistent feeling that something is missing, it’s the shorter hours of sunshine, it’s the weekend so full that nothing feels finished. It’s world-weariness. It’s Sunday night, and the only solution is to go to bed and wake up new on Monday. Day by day, minute by minute. But when do we get a long weekend?