I Hate Sundays

I have disliked Sundays since I was a kid. The cold shadow of undone homework hung over the day’s activities. Now that I’m an adult there’s still a bleak feeling about the pursuit of leisure on a Sunday.
Today I rattled around the house. I cleaned a couple of cabinets, knit a few rows on my latest project, read for a while, reheated leftovers, made an Indian Party Lamp, and designed our nengajou. Tod tinkered with the stereo and is deep in the music database, deleting duplicates and tidying tags.
Maybe it’s the sedentary aspect of Sunday that gets to me. I should go for a walk to stir my brackish blood, but there’s oden stewing and a movie waiting to be watched. I guess I’ll walk tomorrow.