For most of my adult life, Sunday has been a mixed bag of a day.
When I think of the last day of the weekend, I think of sitting through long church sermons as a child, crossing my fingers that my dad would take us to Pizza Hut for the lunch buffet after the service was finally over.
I think of rainy, sleepy days spent holed up in a study carrel, thumbing…
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