Blythe, this reminds me of those painful Sundays during my study abroad experience in Italy in college. We just dreaded Sundays, especially when the weather was crummy and hanging out in the park was not particularly exciting (or warm). And the worst was that if you didn’t buy your groceries on Saturday, you wouldn’t have ANYTHING to eat on Sunday. Toward the end of my 6 months, though, I gradually became okay with it…