Sundays are good days for driving 30 minutes out of town and watching the city get further and further away. Sundays are good days for sweatshirts and football and roast beef sandwiches. Sundays are good days for chasing chickens, ambushing kittens, and feeding cows. Sundays are good days for tractor-driving lessons and wagon rides… reading and knitting.
Sundays are good days for unexpected naps while adults linger at the table and babies chase dust bunnies. Sometimes, life just wears you out and sleep sucks you in.
What do you normally do on Sundays?
We took a ‘zero day’ yesterday. A zero day, in hiking terms, is a day of no miles. An off day. A separate day. No progress. Rest. Recuperation. More rest. Possibly laundry, though not in this house. We didn’t even go to church, which is extremely rare. Extremely. Did I mention, extremely? It felt odd… to be home, to have a cloudy but pleasant day, to have absolutely nothing to do but ride and read and walk. Sweet friends came out to lounge, eat leftovers, and talk… about nothing. It was a secret, stolen day… and it was glorious.