Sunday nights rarely end on time.
There is always one last drop of the fun I want to squeeze out of the few hours between Friday and Monday known as the weekend.
The chores that never seem to get caught up.
The kitty who wants to be the center of attention when my attention is firmly centered elsewhere.
The bottomless cup of distractions the Internet is spectacularly good at sharing.
I make no excuses, nor offer any apologies. It is Sundays that have ending issues.
Perhaps they should see someone about that.