{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Dave}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} I'm the same way. You'd think after so many years of one day being like the next, I wouldn't bum out on weekends, but I still do, sometimes. It's a subconscious expectation that weekends are for fun or at the very least, a change in the routine.

Maybe, during the time I was working, Fridays were the time to let your hair down and party. Friday nights were hard for me for a long time. After I got married for the second time, I drove my husband batty because for him, it was the end of a long, hard week and all he wanted was to come home and relax. I wanted to party 'cause I was tired of being at home, taking care of the kids and the animals!

Now I don't get so bad but I still think to myself "Hey! It's Friday! We should go out to dinner, at the very least!' But we don't go unless I pay for it. He claims he hates eating in restaurants. He won't go to the movies with me, either. He's weird I tell you!

You're right. There's more options to pursue during the week but I haven't figured out the wherefores or whys yet. ARGH

<font color=blue>"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt" --Shakespeare</font color=blue>