Sundays

I love almost everything about Sundays.  I love eating frozen mango while actual sunlight streams through my living room window (this is where I'd complain about how my working hours are contributing to my general pallor, had I the ability to tan).  I love lazy hours spent leafing through the Sunday Times, construing my own opinions about war, politics, and disaster from the stable safety of my apartment.  I love gorging myself on dumplings with whomever will join me for dim sum at the Chinese place across the parking lot (it's brunch, so I can eat two meals' worth, right?).

I don't love:
Laundry
Cleaning my room
Cleaning anything
Editing lesson plans.  I really don't love editing lesson plans.
Thinking about how long it will be until I feel this well rested again
Wondering whether or not my uniform will fit me after all those dumplings



All right.  Time to do some of that stuff now.  Wish me luck.