Throughout my life, certain events and times of the year have affected me in different ways. For example, each season of the year has a clear and precise "feel" for me. I love brisk fall days that make me think of football. Those first few days of the spring when the winter starts to thaw out are among my favorite days of any year, especially since my time at Fordham. For those of you who aren't Rams, I swear to you that there is NOTHING like the first few days of spring at Rose Hill.
Along these lines are the days of the week. Each day not only brings the different activities of my life but also distinct emotions. Out of the seven, the day that stands out the most is Sunday. Sunday speaks volumes of the religious foundations of our nation. It is celebrated by almost all Americans, regardless of their religious beliefs, as a day of rest. Our friends in New England still have Blue Laws that ban the sale of alcohol on Sundays thanks to their Puritan predecessors. Everything takes on a slower pace on Sunday, from driving to maybe sleeping a little later. The only thing that's a bit mad on Sundays is the supermarket....total craziness which I have learned to avoid.
Sunday also brings with it a massive clock that just ticks off the seconds until Monday. The moment you wake up on Sunday morning is the beginning of the end of your weekend. Sunday mornings are fantastic. Coffee, CBS Sunday Morning and a nice breakfast are just some of the things that make Sunday mornings my favorite. During the fall, the 1:00 football game starts the afternoon but once you hit the 4:00 game you realize that the weekend is quickly disappearing. In my life, Sunday nights have started with a nice dinner (once with my family, now with my wife) and finished with Barry's tea and 60 Minutes. It's about this time that I wish I could punch 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42 into a computer and restart the timer on the day (hopefully my readers are also viewers of "Lost" otherwise that fantastic reference was a total waste.)
I don't like Sunday nights. I used to hate Sunday nights but now I just don't like them. Sunday nights used to make me feel sick, primariy because I never did my school work and would soon have to pay the consequences for my laziness. Sunday's nights don't make me feel sick anymore but they do make me long for my favorite time of any week: Friday at 3:30 PM.
It's now 7:30 on Sunday night. The Jets game is coming to a close, with 60 Minutes and a cup of Barry's soon to follow. It's time to get ready to go back to the grind tomorrow and start the countdown until Friday afternoon.
Hope you have a great week.
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