sunday

Sunday is always a nice day. You have to make yourself work to catch up with all the resting you've been doing all weekend, but occasionally you pause to nibble at the eraser at the end of your pencil and stare out the window-- the spring morning is sunny but chilly and a soft light peers through the glass. Birds chirp, but you can't see them, and your neighbor's dog can tell that it is a sacred time and is silent. A warmth spreads through you and you continue working, knowing that though you may not finish until late, maybe (just maybe), if you work a little harder, you can go outside and enjoy the nice weather. Even if you do finish, you just stay inside in front of the computer. But that hope is worth more than all the hours you spent in front of the whirring machines that surround you daily during Friday and Saturday. It's lovely.