Because God Told Me To

For quite a long time now - I honestly can't put a number on the years - I have written off Sundays altogether in terms of any meaningful accomplishment. I don't know exactly what it is, but Sunday is, in my book, the day of rest. Today, for instance, was spent doing the following things:

1. Meeting my mom's new cat.
2. Laundry. This does not count as an accomplishment in any sense of the word.
3. Watching lots and lots and lots of football on TV.
4. Throwing around an actual football with other actual people in the actual outdoors (as opposed to just watching the televised version).
5. Watching the shows that I had taped last week (The Office, Lost).

And really, that's it. Sundays are so far removed from anything that resembles progress that I actually forgot about the ten minute writing promise to myself until I was ready to get in bed. This means that the crap you're currently reading is pretty much of a Sunday quality.

Why is this? Why not Saturday? On Saturday, you have both ends of the day for true slacking behavior. You can sleep late and stay up late as well. This is the perfect environment for doing nothing, and yet I have accomplished more on a given month of Saturdays than I have in a lifetime of Sundays.

Part of this may simply be a feast-famine relationship with regards to being frivolous and useless. Sunday is the last chance you have to really goof off before the week starts driving its steel-tread tires over your head, so it only seems appropriate to be all-out in your lazing. I think some people take the opposite approach regarding Friday nights, choosing to celebrate until the breaka breaka dawn that their week has ended. Me, I think that by Friday my ass is pretty well kicked, so the last thing I want to do is go drink fifty cent margaritas at Chi-Chi's happy hour. I'm much more about really getting up a good solid slack once the weekend is nearly over, like storing up reserves of slack that will carry me through the week.

Another way to spend Sundays is to take ten minutes of your time and write a nearly-interesting reflection on them.

Good night.