Sunday is the most dynamic day of the week.
The morning still carries Saturday’s freedom, a lingering sense that time can be wasted without consequence.
By noon, life shifts forward. Chores, visits, family, sports, and meals.
Then, as the afternoon wears on, Monday begins to intrude. You can see it on people’s faces, the easy looseness disappears, replaced by rushing and preparation. The week ahead exerts its presence.
An entire day that feels like a week.