" I hate this. It seems like a Sunday afternoon.” “It is Sunday afternoon,” said Thack. “I know, but … I mean, like when you were a kid, when you knew that Monday was coming, and the clock was ticking away. Saturdays were perfect, because there was Sunday, which was sort of a buffer. But Sundays just got worse and worse.” Thack "

― Armistead Maupin , Significant Others (Tales of the City, #5)