What is it about Sunday afternoons that are so drowsy? Here it is, two in the afternoon and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Is it psychological? Is it subliminal? Or is it a genetic necessity of survival that human beings actually stop for one afternoon and snooze?
I like that last explanation. Sunday is called the day of rest, after all. God commands that we do no work on this day so I will merely be obedient when, in the next five minutes, I curl myself around my pillow and surrender to slumber.
Please close the door quietly on your way out.