Sunday evening, a slight air of boredom in the air and a stirring feeling in the gut that Monday lurks just a short distance ahead. Stuff you've done but should not have, stuff you did not get around to but should - in short all ingredients for a mid-size depressive phase readily available, Christmas (1 week to go) makind things not exactly more bearable.The one you love does not love you back, the who loves you, you've long lost connection with, emotinally drained. Was so much easier in Neanderthal...