I laid there for a moment, just gazing at the wall, not wanting to get up. The weekend had been fun, but ironically, I've found, the more fun the weekend, the less motivated I am to start the workweek. I did have to go to work, though, and eventually started to stir. It wasn't until my wrestling legs sounded against the less-than-fresh bedsheets that I noticed how oddly quiet it was--especially since it was later in the morning.