When I was a kid, I hated Sundays. Sunday meant boredom, it meant being cooped up in the house with inevitably cranky parents, it meant re-reading the same books, walking around restlessly, wishing I lived somewhere where there was something--anything!--to do.
One of the many things I prefer about adulthood is that now I love Sunday. I'd even venture to say it's my favorite day of the week. Sunday is about naps, baking, curling up with Mark and watching TV. Sometimes it is about going out to breakfast or going to church. Mostly, it is the day of the week with the most likelihood of my not having to do anything I don't want to do. Sunday passes more slowly than the rest of the days of the week, and I tend to enjoy every lazy minute of it.
I also love going to bed early on Sunday nights. Feels like it gives me a head start on the week. So off I go.