I think what really makes a weekday morning so disheartening is the thought that you’ll have to go through the whole thing again tomorrow.
And I think that in spite of all the ups and downs and highs and lows and rollercoaster-ness of things that we all always make such a noise about, the terrifying truth is that life is planar. And finite and filled with many instances of the same events.
I am Sisyphus running late for work every morning and making it and coming home and running late again. And so on and so forth.
There’s got to be more to this.