Sundays

I love Sundays. No matter what happens throughout the week, I’ve always got a big grin on my face every Sunday and here is why:

I’m in LOVE with this magazine. It comes as a part of the New York Times Sunday paper. It’s always full of neat, lengthy articles that take a good amount of time to read. It becomes my bathroom reading material and I’m always sure to have gone through the entire thing by the time next Sunday rolls around.

On top of having this to look forward to. Sunday is also the day of the hardest level of Sudoku puzzle in the Reno Gazette Journal (last week’s took me over two hours, but I kicked it’s ass.) This American Life airs on NPR at 11pm every Sunday and I specifically go out of my way to be sitting around near a radio for that hour of greatness with Ira Glass. I don’t go to church, but I like to imagine that sometime in the not-too-distant future it is going to be a regular thing for me. I guess that’s something else to add to the joy of Sundays. It’s just such a great way to start the week off for me. I love Sundays.