I try to make Sunday a day that I do less of the ‘regular’ stuff, and do a little ‘filling the bucket’. I try to remember to change it up. I am not good at ‘relaxing’.
I address early morning sunshine like it’s my religion. Oh, wait. It is. Speaking of religion, both the laundry room and the kitchen sink are altars of sorts.
Nail painting. Iced coffee. Long walk to an early morning workout at our township’s new outdoor, (free) gym.
A novel I swore I’d never listen too, someone who slept in the yard and Footloose on the Costelloland big screen.
Tell me about your Sunday.
