Sundays do depress me. I realized yesterday that I felt a bit of nausea when I thought of Sunday. Then I remembered that when I was little we used to visit my Grandma every Sunday and there was a long car trip there and back and I used to feel nauseated in the car! Also, my father used to watch football on Sundays, so there was no TV. Funny how those memory imprints last far into life. Nausea and boredom and slight depression.