I had been getting better about conquering the Sunday blues, but then, wham. I hit a slow period at work and I’m right back in that all too familiar place where Monday morning feels like volunteering for a root canal I don’t need. It’s not entirely rational to assign all of life’s woes to a limited concept of a day, though it’s also not irrational…
How This Whole Mess Started
Hi, I’m Sarah, but some people call me Bear. For the past three years my life was mostly centered around the fact that I commuted a minimum of three hours a day, or to break it down into my driveable chunks, an hour and a half each way. Sure, there were some star-spangled mornings on which I clocked an hour and twenty-five minutes instead, but…