Sunday, 3pm...
I am only just shaved and dressed. Due to the ceaseless heavy rain, much of the day was spent in bed, reading. I've since gotten up, cooked, cleaned, and shaved.
There is something unique about Sunday's. Having grown up in a time when everything was closed on a Sunday, I am quite content to do nothing; something I can manage any day, Sunday just seems more justified.
Yet now, I am having a melancholy moment. Missing the days of old, when my ex would get the morning papers. We would read, exchange papers or supplements, and then later discuss our chosen articles over dinner.
Even the notion of a news paper, seems quaint and antiqued. Being nice to the ex, even more remote. And yet, here on a miserable Sunday afternoon, I'd like to relive something similar, with someone else, obviously.
Do you folks have routines or rituals inherited from someone else, that you now miss?
I am only just shaved and dressed. Due to the ceaseless heavy rain, much of the day was spent in bed, reading. I've since gotten up, cooked, cleaned, and shaved.
There is something unique about Sunday's. Having grown up in a time when everything was closed on a Sunday, I am quite content to do nothing; something I can manage any day, Sunday just seems more justified.
Yet now, I am having a melancholy moment. Missing the days of old, when my ex would get the morning papers. We would read, exchange papers or supplements, and then later discuss our chosen articles over dinner.
Even the notion of a news paper, seems quaint and antiqued. Being nice to the ex, even more remote. And yet, here on a miserable Sunday afternoon, I'd like to relive something similar, with someone else, obviously.
Do you folks have routines or rituals inherited from someone else, that you now miss?
