Is anything better than a quiet Sunday afternoon with lots of newspapers and books, with maybe a nap tucked in there somewhere? Not much that I can think of, except maybe a big family dinner, with good food, good conversation, and dessert . . .
Once in awhile I need to do some errand, or shop on a Sunday; it seems to start the week off in a rush. I never enjoy those Sundays as much as the ones filled with family, friends, or peace and quiet.