It is widely believed that Sunday was created by God as a day of rest. Some prefer to spend the day frying chicken, baking pies... and invite the whole family over to catch up with each other.
I prefer to not be alone on Sundays, (for reasons that would bore you) it makes me reflective and blue... so I usually try to hang with my daughter or make plans with friends. But at the end of the day, I will most likely have spent at least some of my Sunday by myself, in silence. Maybe that is what I fear about Sunday, the quiet. A chance for things normally buried beneath the din, to slip back to the surface.
I need to learn again not to fear the quiet days.
How's your Sunday?