Sunday nights are made for sipping mugs of tea or red wine and reveling in a good book. They are made for warm bubble baths and Vince Guaraldi on the radio. They are made for farm fresh suppers, savored until the very last bite.
I love Sunday nights. Instead of the blues, I cherish the last moments of weekend freedom.
I do some of my best writing on Sunday nights.
Mondays blues are inevitable, but Sundays, oh I love those Sunday nights.
*photo courtesy of GaryPepperGirl