Sunday Night Dread, and Other Things at 3am

Some of the hardest work I've ever done was in bed with the light off. For about ten years I rehearsed Monday there every Sunday night. Years ago, after a shift, I won an argument with my manager four times on the walk home. I never said a word of it to her. Nobody paid me for any of it.

The essays here are about Sunday dread, the thought that arrives at 3am and the argument on replay, and how much of the night they get to keep.

• 16 Oct, 2026 Some of It Is Rent: The List That Keeps Me Up

  I couldn't sleep for tomorrow's to do list, so I asked each thing what happens if it waits a week. Some of it is rent. The rest is a voice.

• 15 Oct, 2026 Last Year's Worry, Underlined Three Times

  'Ring him back about the thing,' underlined three times, in last year's coat. No idea who. If you can't stop worrying, ask what worried you this time last year.

• 12 Oct, 2026 The Argument I Kept Replaying on the Walk Home

  My hours were cut, and I won the argument with my manager four times in my head on the walk home. Put the plain question on paper, and it keeps till morning.

• 11 Oct, 2026 Sunday Night Dread and a Monday That Can't Act

  Every Sunday at six the man next door rehearses Monday out loud, and it goes worse than it will. If you hate Sunday nights, you may be having Monday twice.

• 05 Jan, 2025 Sunday Evening Melancholy

Topics Doing Nothing, Without the Guilt · A Simple Life, on Purpose · Enjoying the Little Things · Checking My Phone Without Meaning To · Strangers, and the Friends Who Turn Up