The dread arrives at 3:58pm every Sunday, and a $1.8 trillion industry would prefer she buy the candle rather than hear it
Eighty-one percent of professionals report Sunday evening anxiety. Monday cortisol persists for months, even after retirement. The Sunday reset is unpaid labor in a bathrobe. The body is not broken, and a $1.8 trillion industry would prefer she buy the candle rather than hear it.
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