Why are Sundays slow?

So, it's Sunday again. It's the end of the weekend, which always comes too soon. Sundays move slowly, like they are full of treacle and you can't race through them like you can the rest of the weekend, and I think I know why.

1. Shops run on a different clock. You can't go early or late, for anything other than alcohol (phew!) or the things you buy from a convenience store if you want to pay over the odds.
2. TV is lazy. The programs and movies seem to be lethargic, restrained. Entertainment in general seems to lack the energy and pizazz that occurs during the week.
3. Next week is only hours away. You have to prepare for another week of work, another Monday and all the joy that it brings. I think that we are getting ourselves ready for work by transitioning from our weekend selves into our business selves, and this has to take place on Sunday.

Just ponder that for a while: are your Sundays the same as any other day in the week? If not, is there a reason other than those that I have offered? I don't think I can consider any Sunday to be the same, whereas most of my weekdays are carbon copies of each other, give or take a few minor details. I always have a different task or event to attend to, and although there are not enough hours in the day to complete whatever it is that requires my attention, it still makes me feel like that day is running in slow motion. That doesn't mean that I get any more done than usual, as it would appear that my body is also running in slow motion, but my mind runs at full speed. Well, almost.

So Sunday draws to a close, and my thought before I retire to bed are all about the coming week. The cycle starts again, Monday is the beginning. Strange that we make that connection with our lives, that we label the start of the time cycle and structure our lives around it. We have to though, it's not something we can change. Changing Sunday is like trying to freeze water with your mind: I wouldn't say it is impossible, but I have yet to see anyone accomplish it, even those that don't work nine to five.

I don't have anything against Sundays, I love them and wouldn't get rid of them. I consider them to be the semicolon of time; a slight pause before continuing on with life. And we all need to pause once in a while.