I've always had an aversion to Sundays. It's the day of the week that reminds you of everything you didn't get done the week before and everything that needs to get done in the coming days. Basically, it's a pressure cooker. One of my New Year resolutions was to take Sundays off and it hasn't happened yet. Don't get me wrong, I don't accomplish much other than reading 2/3 of the NY Times, church, taking a long walk (a pregnancy exercise daily requirement), watching 60 Minutes, and that's about it. The day escapes me.
Today I knit a few rows of the Trellis sweater, took a 45 minute nap, and finally bathed my dachshund just to mix things up. Tomorrow needs to be more productive, really.