I decided I wouldn’t blog today, yet here I am. Sunday off. It seemed a no brainer. No thinking today. Just resting up before another busy week. Watch Sunday Morning, read over the Sunday newspapers and take a long leisurely walk with the dogs. It was a no brainer. Simple. Just take the day as a Sunday, the seventh day, a day of rest. Maybe this stems back to my calendar dysphoria. Why does every calendar start the week with Sunday when Monday is the start of the week? That has always been confusing to me. Sunday as the seventh day should come last. Maybe then in my very visually oriented brain I would be more apt to accept Sunday as a total day of rest.
Anyway. No blog today. You are not reading this. And I am not writing it. Because it is Sunday and I am feeling Sunday off.