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.
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.