Sunday Sans Serendipity
Thursday may be the new Friday, but Sunday remains plain old Sunday. I suppose I have a bit of a problem with Sundays. They feel a bit like visiting older relatives when you are a child, when you're bored and the day drags on and there are only a few biscuits to snack on.. Yes some of my childhood was like that. I was very keen on tea-time (le quatre heures), and hence I hated the days I couldn't get one, and, on top of that, had nothing to do. I usually ended up reading a book I had already read many times before.
Sundays kind of feel like that to me. I want something to happen, I want to do things, but I usually sit around doing nothing and feeling bad about it, whilst the clock ticks forward and the feeling mounts. Isn't it weird how after about 1 pm, the day feels finished? Then, some Sundays, things happen, and it feels like visiting old relatives, but your cousins are there too, and you get up to all sorts of tricks and feel sad to leave. This is why I am not a big fan of winter. I feel it restricts my freedom. There's less adventure to be had when night falls at 4 pm and your fingers are numb.. And of course tomorrow you have to get up..
Fridays are much better. It's the start of the weekend, and you have two whole days to enjoy! Fridays you can go out an not worry too much about how late it is. This Friday I baked bread with chocolate chunks inside, and spent the evening with friends, doing random nonsense that is always much funnier in company. Today I did a whole lot of cleaning. To be honest, I was too busy to feel bad about Sunday, so I suppose that works, but I sure will be happier when Sundays stop feeling so.. dusty? Yes, somehow they feel dusty, most of the time. I think I need to go on an adventure, and shake off that dust!
How do you spend your Sundays?