Don’t you feel there should be a special term just to describe Sunday evenings: Weekend's twilight…? This special time, with all sorts of hues; both twilight and dawn to the new work week. There is a feeling of loss, for the weekend gone, of anticipation, or in some cases, apprehension, for all the tasks to be done.
My whole family is occupied with tomorrow, mourning yesterday, and living in the now only as an escape from that which they should actually be doing. Such a strange time these Sunday evening hours are.