What is it that makes me feel not quite ready for the week ahead? Or is that just an excuse layered on top of some stubbornness I reawaken from childhood, akin to "But I don't want to go to bed"? And why is it when I feel this way I think a string of stilted questions will make anything better? Would statements, perhaps, be more in order?
I think it is out of my system. A good tomorrow will be helped by sleep tonight.