Today was a glorious lazy Sunday, I didn’t really do anything aside from taking care of the dogs, a baby girl who is feeling somewhat under the weather, I hope that it isn’t the pesky virus that has been afflicting so many people recently, it resembles the flu a bit. Other than that, my hubby and I took our lunch outside by the pool, the baby girl was sleeping and Rex was watching over her. Jack was with us doing his hunting thing. The weather has come back to normal, warm during the day and cool at night. Time lost all meaning today, while we were eating by the pool, my hubby looked at his watch, I never wear mine, and he said “honey it’s 4:30 already” he said it in a bittersweet way because that meant that Sunday was winding down. We definitely enjoy Saturdays, but Saturdays get chock full of errands and activities, that Sunday has really become the day of rest but the resting day goes by too fast. Even at 45 years of age, well almost, I still don’t understand how days that you want to enjoy race by so quickly and other days that don’t matter, proceed nice and slowly. Why can’t it be the other way around?