Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday afternoon has got to be the laziest of times. There is no great rush to get anywhere, no deadline to meet, and no need to do anything other than sit around on the living room couch and read a good book - or the nice, fat New York Times. Guilty pleasures are meant for Sunday afternoons and yesterday was a perfect example. It was just the antidote for what had been a very busy week, and the effect was exactly what I had hoped. Today I feel ready to conquer the world!
I almost resent it when the weather is as picture perfect as yesterday's was because it made me feel guilty for not getting outside and going for a walk, or working in the garden. But it was a full enough day with church in the morning and Sunday lunch with the family, so even with the sun shining so nicely and the view from my windows so right, there was no need for guilt. Because it was Sunday. And Sundays are meant for rest and relaxation, right?
Even God rested on the seventh day. Who am I to argue with that?