Sunday Sunday

From time to time I think about changing my day off from Monday to another day, that is until I preach on Sunday. By the time of day I am so deeply grateful to have Monday off. I'm wiped out, exhausted, spent and ready for my own Sabbath. I drift into bed and dream of a slow lazy morning with my journal, a cup of Peets and my big easy chair. All of that dreaming is before I realize I need to work out, do the laundry, run errands for the girls, plan the night's dinner, and start planning the sermon for next Sunday! Alas, my dreaming is short lived.