Sundays

It's another beautiful Sunday..
Sundays are all beautiful. No matter if it's so hot there are mirages on the road, or it's wet & thundery - Sundays are gorrrgeous. I can just laze the day away and NO ONE can say anything about it! No tormentors dressed in suits (read: bosses), no fussy-whiny-finicky babies to pacify (read: clients) and no teetering piles of files to deal with. The bliss of it all..

During school days, Sundays were never this good. There'll always be sleep-inducing homework to finish off and tuitions to go to. And my father (a very wise man, by the way) gleefuly dubbed Sunday.... 'MATHS DAY'.

Thus the whole day would be spent doing fractions, understanding algebra, completing 100 sums under 1 hour... You know, fun stuff like that.....


*sigh*

There's no real purpose or reason to this little blog of mine today.
I'm just relishing the fact that I've spent half the day curled up under the covers, with a fluffy pillow under my head while reading a good book. I've eaten like a total glutton and can actually lay back on the couch watching television without worrying about how my digestive system is going to affect me for the rest of the day. The telephone can ring and I don't cringe in trepidation of work-related conversations.

Ahhh.... Sundays. Wish the whole year was filled with 'em.