Yesterday’s journal entry was about our typical Sunday. After months of disruptions (some of them heartbreaking), we’ve begun to slip back to our normal daily routine. My husband and I would eat out, talk about our week, what we’re currently reading, what we’re currently watching, news, our cat…we would just spend hours talking. I would read, he would read or play his games on his phone, and we would talk in between. We take our time before we buy groceries and head back home. This is comforting. Even the luxury of not being in a hurry is comforting. Happy Sunday, indeed.