I used to hate Sundays because on Sundays nothing happened.

Nothing was on TV

Nothing was opened and what was didn’t count- I mean I’m all for finding fun where you can but it’d take some doing to find fun at the 7-11 or laundromat. Back then there was no mall and the movie theatre was a million miles away.

So Sundays were full of nothing, nothing, nothing.

All Sunday seemed to do was show up to numb your brain and when that was done it screamed: ” Hey guess what MONDAY is coming!”

I’m not sure when it happened but now days I’m quite the Sunday fan.

Because nothing happens.

I just wake up, eat some breakfast line up so movies to watch on the tv and I write and read and write some more.

Sometimes I venture out for Gelato but that’s about it.

I love Sundays  now…because nothing happens.