Sunday, sunday

Rule: Children do not enjoy Sunday the way adults do
Exception: Very wise children...

I know that Sunday is only hours away from Monday and yet another week of boring work. I know that, and still Sunday is for me a day of rest and comfort. A day of reassurance that life is good and that I am precious. That this day, indeed, is precious.

As a child I mostly found Sundays boring. Now I treasure them, the only decent day in the week. No need to work, no must to work. If I do some work I do it because I want to. I can be as lazy as I want to. I can order food instead of cooking. I can read. Go for walks. Pet my cats.

And...update my blog...