Not a typical Sunday night funk. It's more like a Sunday night fear, like shit has been set into motion that can only end... well, closer to the bottom than to the top at the very least.
Don't get it twisted. You're not about to witness any quasi-religious or spiritual meanderings. One or the other or both of the above are whatever blows up your panties. I'm just saying that this is a strange place, or a strange moment in a strange place.
I'm ill at ease, and as The Crocodiles say, "if you smell shit, best check the bottoms of your own shoes first." I fear I may have tracked something across the carpet of my life again.