It was the night before Monday and all through my mind, no pleasant thoughts were stirring, and definitely no joy. The day before we had returned from our vacation in the Georgia mountains. The day had gone by in a fog. Somewhere out there was the fading glow of our vacation, but you could not quite see it. Somewhere else out there was the deepening gloom of Monday, but I had my back to it so I wouldn’t have to look. The day was pleasant enough, sitting around relaxing, fiddling about as the last hours of our freedom burned away. We laid down in our bed chamber with nothing better to do early that evening. Our only child had lain down for the night and the house was quiet. The relatively early hour put my mind at ease; knowing that there was still a buffer between myself and work. I opened my eyes and it was dark. The alarm was going off next to me.