I used to hate Sundays. Hated them with a passion. Any Sunday, any time of year, regardless of whether or not I had to get up the next morning.
Yet, here in the country, it just doesn’t seem to be an issue anymore. Sundays are just like any other day: Get up, drink coffee, do some chores, hang out. Make margaritas, go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. Sundays just don’t hurt anymore. I noticed that earlier in the evening, when I had to head into town for a few dinner-related groceries. I was halfway to town before I realized it was actually Sunday. And when I realized it, I didn’t even flinch.
Doing donuts in the parking lot; or, I have a lot to learn about farming
Try Church on Sunday! It may “hurt” a bit now, but it sure won’t later!
Love your website!
Al