Sundays are Different
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I always thought that Sundays were too quiet. After Church you come home, eat your rolls and read the paper. The day goes slowly by.
We stopped getting the Sunday paper today because it got so bad. Just snippets of stories.
The day was also different because we went to my husbands concert. He plays trumpet in a community band.
It made the day go by faster.