Pardon my gloominess yesterday. I always find Sundays rather hard. Growing up it always was our family day no matter what. We started off with a bacon and egg or french toast breakfast followed by an outing or activity we did together. Then around 2:00 we would head to my Oma and Opa's for the rest of the day. My Dad had 9 brothers and sisters so there usually was lots of family there visiting. We would play outside (they had a 90 acre farm) or visit inside. Around 5:00 we all sat down to a delicious meal prepared by my Oma and various aunts. Then we all helped to clean up and whatever kids were there would head to the T.V room to watch Walt Disney. Then back home. This went on until I was 16 years old, I know a long time ago, but Sunday will alway feel like that to me.
Take care and have a good day.