Growing up I was always confused as to why the Bangles considered Sunday to be her fun day. In my house, it was the most dreadedly slow day of the week. Fussy clothes, long church service, parents fighting about being on time, long lunch, lots of dishes from long lunch, then rest. Rest meant that God made us take a day off from watching TV, being loud, or playing with friends. Then because my parents were Southern Baptist, they put in for extra credit by making us attend church again at night.
Sundays have always been a challenge for my attention span. Even as an adult attending an Anglican church, I would find myself bored to tears by the long service and need to create my own short recess mid-liturgy to wander around outside and hope for a quick move to communion where the good music started again.
Sundays at HHC are also a long day. The mornings are great--no PT, church with friends, music, donuts, & coffee. But then it's back the cage at 10:30 for a long day of nothing. Reading, watching 30 Rock on my laptop, sweating in an old builidng with no air conditioning. Maybe I'm too midwestern to relax, but I'm ready for Monday rush to begin.
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