Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.
Weekends are a bit like superheroes; they swoop in and save the day.
Better days are coming. They are called Saturday and Sunday.
It's Friday night. Time to be a hero and rescue some wine trapped in a bottle.
Oh, my sweet Saturday, I have been waiting for you for six long days.
Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.