Life gets annoying, hectic, even overwhelming at times. You’ve got to have one day of rest or even just part of one day that nothing may intrude upon. You do what you want and at your own pace. You have no job appointments to get to and no critical duties to fulfill.
Sunday mornings.
It has always been my time for this. Something about Sundays has always evoked lazy restful feelings within me. Feelings of domesticity and getting done those things round the house that need doing but that don’t have to be done in a rush or tearing hurry.
Sleep. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fan of sleeping. I specially adore it when I’ve had a long day and I literally come home from some evening job function and undress and crawl into bed and fall asleep right away. But spending 10 to 12 hour sleeping? Not for me. Five to six hours is my typical amount of sleep. Eight hours would be a guilty pleasure. Lying in bed all that time has no appeal for me. Besides which I want to get things done in the morning. Even if it is my day to be lazy I feel I need to get on with “being lazy”.
A run. unimaginable five years ago. Now it’s just routine. I feel more relaxed after a run. Weekends are my challenge time. So either on Saturday or Sunday I take an extra long run or try to better my time on my regular runs. I usually do this on Saturday’s to keep my Sundays as lazy as possible.
The paper. A real life paper. Not just a digital edition. Something with heft to it. With ads for things that I will never buy. Long articles that I can think about and chew over in my mind. Sports scores for sports I don’t care about. Comics and crossword puzzles to fill out and erase when I get words wrong.
Breakfast. I’ve done brunch in the past but I’m not too big a fan of it. Brunch seems too fussy.
A real breakfast that isn’t calorie counted and nutritionally balanced and portion controlled. Something home-made with eggs and random spices. Pancakes or waffles? Maybe but doubtful. Even on Sundays my diet conscience nags at me about too many carbs and refined flour.
If the timing is right I may sometimes venture out to some small breakfast place to read the paper while I linger over a plate and a cup of tea for too long. Maybe do some people watching as they come in and go out. Watch the sun rise.
The weekly maintenance. Floors to mop, light bulbs to replace, vacuuming. Generally just keeping the household running for another week. But none of it done in a hurry. All at a relaxed pace.
Bills to pay and finances to go over. Just out of tradition ever since college I’ve done this on Sundays at the breakfast table. I write out, seal, and stamp the envelopes and head to the post office with the mail.
Noon, or noonish thereabouts. The morning’s gone and the long Sunday afternoon begins. Some time around this thoughts of Monday morning creep into my head. The cycle begins again but I’m recharged and ready to face it again.
Recent Comments