Sundays always make me a little homesick. Waking up on the bottom bunk with a community kitchen and ‘public’ bathroom doesn’t quite compare to HOME.
Sundays at home wake up to a house saturated with the smell of coffee, a newspaper on the kitchen table with the funnies ready to read, a dog dreaming on the couch, and a bowl of oatmeal/crasins/and apples. Sundays at home go to Davis Bakery for lunch and feel satisfied by a giant bagel sandwich and good conversation. Sundays at home pass quickly with time sitting on the couch, resting and refreshing.