I don’t mean the sad kind. I mean the why-can’t-Sundays-be-forever, bittersweet sense of how quickly Sunday evening arrives, then Sunday night, which means that in the morning it will be Monday and we all know about that, there's whole songs written about it. I remember being a kid, when saving all your weekend homework until Sunday night made it infinitely worse.

When Dan and I made a Home Depot run today I saw all the people going about their Sunday business and wondered where they were hurrying off to or home from. It reminds me of a line from a poem I once loved: “many arose whose lives stood for golf.” I wish I could credit the author, but it was from a battered old literary magazine, I don’t even remember which one, that I threw out last year. If it rings a bell for anyone, please let me know.

What you dedicate your Sundays to reflects what your life stands for. Sundays just seem to be weighted more heavily than other days, maybe it’s partly a reflection of how the majority of Americans structure their work week, or maybe it’s because it’s the day when folks who go to church go to church. Even people who don’t go to church have family dinners on Sundays. Heck, even the cast of MTV’s The Jersey Shore had Sunday family dinner, cookin’ up the sawsages and peppas and onions, as Paulie D. would say.

Many did arise whose lives stood for golf, football, or, more increasingly, brunch. You can’t tell me that Sunday brunch isn’t more romantic than Saturday brunch. It just is. For others, Sunday means a family hike or bike ride. Sundays are sacred, no matter how you choose to spend them. What are your Sunday rituals? What does that mean about what your life stands for? These days, Dan and I usually take the dogs somewhere, go out for coffee, and then work on the house. I like puttering Sundays, especially ones that include baths.

More importantly, how do you combat the Sunday Blues once the night rolls around? How do you prepare for the week? If you are like me and work part of the weekend, just think of whatever day you have off, and I hope you have at least one because working 7 days a week just isn’t sustainable. Even God took Sundays off- perhaps he was golfing.