Something strange has been happening since I started my new work from home job. I no longer get the Sunday Blues. Sunday just feels like a weekend day instead of a countdown to another work week. I actually used to get Saturday blues in school because we’d have to do all our work on Sunday before classes started on Monday. College was better since we set our own schedule and I usually did all my work during the weekdays so my weekends were truly free. Since entering the working world the Sunday Blues has been very real. It feels like Saturday is the only real weekend day. Even if I felt the Sunday Blues to a lesser extent Sundays were usually spent doing chores: laundry, cooking for the week, errands etc. But now things feel different. Not only do I not get the Sunday Blues, weekends hold less magical appeal than they used to. Because now I work 8 hours a day on my couch, usually with my partner nearby while taking breaks to cook or take a walk. Weekdays feel less like weekdays. They don’t involve being away from home for 10-12 hours or commuting or being around distracting people. It involves comfy clothing and the time to think. Another unexpected benefit of working from home.