Creature of habit here.
Routine of many years:
Church, family, dinner, more family, mindless TV (preferably some sports – but not bowling or golf), naps.
Anything I want to do. The only thing I’ve discovered wrong with retirement is there isn’t that delicious feeling of remembering when I wake that it is not a work day. All 7 days now have that delicious feeling.
@romellex I’m only 10 days into retirement and I’m already having to look at the calendar to remember what day of the week it is. They all seem like Saturday to me now.
Sunday morning is when I wind the 7-day wall clock and adjust the time. Sometimes I go the extra 10 seconds and adjust the pendulum if there has been a big change in humidity levels.
My wife volunteered to run the textiles section of the local county fair this year and apparently that also implicitly obliges me to provide manual labor to help set up the displays in the pavilion this Sunday. (I never signed anything!)
I guess at least it’s not maintenance in the livestock stalls.
Not something more specific, something less specific. As in, I have no “Sunday routine” because it might be a planned thing or an unplanned thing or a thing that gets done because I can, or nothing at all because I’m just chilling or recovering or looking at the task list in a state of complete overwhelm with no possible clue where to start because it all interlocks and there’s no dangly bit to tease loose and start unraveling the snarled-up mess…
My Sunday usually consist of watching the boob tube, napping and making dinner. Just a plain old relaxing day. In the summers I might me out in the yard or in the lake in winter it’s definitely boob tube.
a mix of everything today, i guess. do the dishes from last night, take a shower, relax with the crossword, finish last night’s anagram puzzle, maybe spend some time in a game i’m alpha testing/modding. make a grocery & dinner list for the week & decide whether to shop tomorrow or tuesday.
i think later when it’s dark out my partner and i will have a movie night and watch “no sudden move” on hbo. i also suppose we’ll have to eat at some point.
Creature of habit here.
Routine of many years:
Church, family, dinner, more family, mindless TV (preferably some sports – but not bowling or golf), naps.
/giphy bowling
Usually having family over for the day/dinner. Not today. I get to sleep in and relax
gon’ flote the rivva. Catch some bass. Camp half way. Wake, Repeat.
Sleeping
However my wife wants me to spend Sunday.
@hchavers Thanks for saying that so I didn’t have to. Happy wife happy life.
@hchavers @tweezak Happy wife, happy life. Happy husband, nothing rhymes with husband. Welcome to married life, sucker.
@hchavers @st_ellis @tweezak
Happy spouse, peaceful house
@hchavers @st_ellis Happy husband. Period. You don’t need a reason or ulterior motive.
When my routine is normal it is usually mountain biking and video games. On certain days it includes watching Formula 1 and movies at Tampa Theatre.
Until very recently Sundays were just another work day.
Sunday is laundry day so I have something to wear for work on Monday.
church, grocery shopping, grilling, relaxing.
Anything I want to do. The only thing I’ve discovered wrong with retirement is there isn’t that delicious feeling of remembering when I wake that it is not a work day. All 7 days now have that delicious feeling.
@romellex I’m only 10 days into retirement and I’m already having to look at the calendar to remember what day of the week it is. They all seem like Saturday to me now.
@macromeh And it just gets better!
Sunday? Is that the day after Blursday?
Sunday morning is when I wind the 7-day wall clock and adjust the time. Sometimes I go the extra 10 seconds and adjust the pendulum if there has been a big change in humidity levels.
Replacing the faucet in my bathtub. That’s this Sunday.
@st_ellis Glad you clarified. It would be a bummer if you had to replace it every Sunday.
My wife volunteered to run the textiles section of the local county fair this year and apparently that also implicitly obliges me to provide manual labor to help set up the displays in the pavilion this Sunday. (I never signed anything!)
I guess at least it’s not maintenance in the livestock stalls.
Not something more specific, something less specific. As in, I have no “Sunday routine” because it might be a planned thing or an unplanned thing or a thing that gets done because I can, or nothing at all because I’m just chilling or recovering or looking at the task list in a state of complete overwhelm with no possible clue where to start because it all interlocks and there’s no dangly bit to tease loose and start unraveling the snarled-up mess…
Church, tidy up the yard and house, martini promptly at 5:00 and then have family over for Sunday dinner
My Sunday usually consist of watching the boob tube, napping and making dinner. Just a plain old relaxing day. In the summers I might me out in the yard or in the lake in winter it’s definitely boob tube.
a mix of everything today, i guess. do the dishes from last night, take a shower, relax with the crossword, finish last night’s anagram puzzle, maybe spend some time in a game i’m alpha testing/modding. make a grocery & dinner list for the week & decide whether to shop tomorrow or tuesday.
i think later when it’s dark out my partner and i will have a movie night and watch “no sudden move” on hbo. i also suppose we’ll have to eat at some point.
Church, out to lunch, nap and thinking of what to fix for dinner
food prep for the week, gotta eat, and i’m lazy
Today, I made jelly from juice frozen last year. Muscadine in the back, cactus pear in the front.
Errands, and then made French 75s after dinner.