The problem with long weekends is that they end.
For me, these days, two days is a long weekend, so three was some kind of freakish event.
The first day, you run around, trying to accomplish all the shit that's accumlated over the previous week - get the laundry done, clean the house, pet the plants, water the dog - and still find time to grab a bevy or two.
The second day, you start to unwind and relax. You open your eyes one at a time in the morning, looking around, blinking - hardly daring to believe that you don't have to go in to work. The rest of that day is gravy.
The third day - wow. You don't know what to do with yourself - what's this thing called 'spare time'. But it doesn't take long till you are in total enjoyment mode - sipping mojitos on the patio.
Then WHAM! Tuesday rolls around and it's like someone threw a bucket of cold water right in your face.
Alright tuesday - I'll remember this. You just made the list. I owe you one.