Sundays

Sunday is my one day off from work and school but somehow it manages to be the most stressful day of my week. Because my schedule's otherwise full, Sunday's the day to get everything done. Such as: clean the house, resuscitate a plant, go for a bike ride, change five lightbulbs, read 50 pages on cardiovascular disease, shop, return phone calls, go on a long walk with the dog, catch up on work, take a nap, go on a date, read 100 pages of the novel I need to return to the library on Tuesday. And that's just today. Last Sunday I had to sleep in, do the dishes, take all the trash out, walk the dog, attend the opera, finish a book, catch up on email, make 100 flashcards, watch a football game, wish D a happy birthday, study for a midterm, and collate notes about OB meds. I'm starting to dread Sundays but it does makes me feel better about the work and school that fill my not-so-busy days.