....I've got no time for worries! Etc etc.
Aaaand, relax. It's been one of those Sundays. Got up at 12 (ish!). Chatted on the net. Made a huge briam. Blitzed the flat (try not to die of shock, Sid). Yes, I even hoovered! And cleaned cupboards. Maybe I'm ill.
It's cool and quiet outside, I have nothing I really have to do. Lesson plans are in my head. Sorted my photos. Tweaked my CV a bit and emailed it to a mate who offered to improve it. She sure as hell can't make it worse!
Enjoying investigating a Help Exchange website with a view to finding something to do for at least a fortnight in August, if they're not all full (http://www.helpx.net/). Very tempted by 2 of them so I'll email and keep my fingers crossed.
I think Sundays sound the same the world over. Even in places where most things are open, and people are at work, there's a sound (or is it a lack of sound?) that just says "It's Sunday".
But it's nearly time not to be quite so lazy. I need to energise myself ready for The Quiet Man tonight - not least if I actually plan to speak some Spanish this week! Hmm, maybe I should study some verbs. Not a very Sunday-ey thing to do though, is it? Nah, I'll have another cup of tea and contemplate my navel a bit longer. "Waking up is so very hard to do."