Let’s make every day a Sunday

I have come up with a fantasy I know will never be achieved, but I need to express it anyway.

Is there a way to make every day a Sunday? I guess when you’re retired, as my wife and I are these days, every day is a weekend of sorts. We lose track of time occasionally.

What day is it? Is it really Thursday? Gosh, it feels like a Saturday.

We’re getting acquainted with our new surroundings in Fairview, Texas. This morning, we awoke and then headed out for a Mother’s Day breakfast and a little shopping at the grocery store.

We took our Prius to a busy east-west thoroughfare and noticed that there was nobody on it. We made the turn west to U.S. Highway 75, then turned south.

No one was on the freeway, or on the frontage road, either.

We pulled in to the restaurant. We ate our meal. Then we drove the store that was just a few hundred yards away.

No one in the store!

Sunday morning is the time to do whatever it is you want to do, providing the businesses you need are open at the moment.

And with the legendary traffic snarls that occur in the region just north of Dallas, we enjoyed the morning of our first full day in our new digs just fine, thank you very much.

Why can’t every day be so quiet and peaceful?

Monday awaits. Oh, boy!

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