When I was a kid, Sundays could be boring.
You slept a littler later.
You went to Sunday school and church (tried your best not to sleep there).
You ate lunch.
Maybe watched a game on TV (of course, this was before there were a thousand games on television at all hours of the day and night…. so you had a choice of one).
Took a nap.
Sunday afternoon stretched in to Sunday evening and they both seemed to last forever.
Now, Sundays fly by. Before I know what’s happened it’s Monday and the start of another work week.
Saturdays are no better. They are spent getting everything done in advance of Sunday so when it arrives I can be completely busy on the last day of the weekend.
Or is it the first day of the week? I don’t even know because they all run together.
The world has gotten busy.
Some might say too busy.
Being bored used to be a terrible feeling.
Now it might be kind of nice.
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