Sunday nights

I hate Sunday nights. From about 5pm as it starts to get dark I have this feeling of loss as the weekend draws to a close. The impending dread of work the next day. The feelings of lack of achievement of getting things done. It's worse in Canberra in some ways, because I know I have to get up very early the next morning and drive for three hours.

I did actually get some stuff done this weekend, so it's not all bad. Replacing one set of "lego dust" with another, with the purpose of having it all out at once to be photographed, so it can be dismantled and I can also dismantle the Hogwarts mosaic and move onto new things.