Sunday

And so it is Sunday, and Sunday is different from all the other days of the week because..........

well I don't really know.

Somehow one is brought up to thinking that Sunday is special and surely it was special as a child when someone, many times father, would go to the local bakery and bring back a bag of all kinds of different breads and rolls and pastry for breakfast;  but only on Sundays.

Which begs the question....what makes Sundays special for an old geezer such as I, who is not spending this late part of his life working nine to five and hence no real reason to welcome Sunday as a day of rest and worship.  What ?   But it still is special and I ofttimes I make something different to break the fast, this one day of the week.  

Maybe one does something special to celebrate the end of a small cycle, the week, or, more likely, one just remembers the good old times as a child when dad would go to the bakery and come back with all kinds of wonderful stuff but only this once a week time, Sunday.

Whatever the reason, it is Sunday and I am looking forwards to yet another week.