All is Quiet on New Year's Day

Might just be a memory symptom from years of fun and frolicking on New Year's Eve but I always feel slightly hung and out of sorts even though it's been quite a number of years since I've partaken. These Bagel Store sandwiches hit the spot and were worth venturing outside in the cold to find them.

Cos' There's Something in a Sunday, Makes a Body Feel Alone

Sunday. I used to not love Sundays, earlier on because of school the next day. Was not a fan. Later, the sundown feel of it used to depress me. I woulda swore it was a third shorter than a Saturday too which I didn't like, always felt shortchanged.

But I grew to appreciate and celebrate the Sunday. The end of the week. A time to reflect and try to make sense of the stuff you've gathered in your head all week. It's mellow and easy. It's calm and its slow. It should always be a day off. That should be a law. Unfortunately its not and now I think as with many things, I only really learned to appreciate Sundays after I no longer get them off at work. Retail is hell.