Sunday, Boring Sunday

So it’s Sunday.
Though one day is much like any other to me, it does feel different somehow.
Mostly it feels like I’m getting an extra day off, particularly since I only worked for two days (I could easily get used to a two day work week, by the way), though intellectually I realize that’s not actually the case, and it will seem strange to go in to work on Thursday.
Apart from vacation time, I haven’t had a Sunday off in over three and a half years.
So what am I going to do with my Sunday?
Well, I went out to Arby’s and got lunch.
That’s probably going to be the extent of what I do.
Being off on a weekend day makes me feel even less inclined to go out into the world, since it’s bound to be filled to overflowing with people who are just dying to get in my way, like the tow truck in front of me on my way to Arby’s.
When the arrow turned green there should have been time enough for him and me to make the turn.  However, before making the turn the driver spontaneously forgot how to shift and sat there trying in vain to get moving, finally doing so just as the arrow turned red.
Once he got past the turn he took off like a rocket.  Why shouldn’t he?  He’d clearly served his purpose by forcing me to sit through another cycle of the lights so there was no reason to keep moving slowly.
Whenever I eat at Arby’s, by the way, I can’t help but think of The Simpsons, which has thrown out a few random Arby’s digs.
In one example a girl says, “I’m so hungry I could eat at Arby’s!”  This is met with shock and profound appreciation for just how hungry she must be.  In another instance Marge says, “People do all kinds of crazy things in commercials.  Like eat at Arby’s.”
Personally, though I think those digs are pretty funny, I like Arby’s.  Even though their roast beef doesn’t have a flavor that even closely approximates that of beef, it still tastes okay.
In any case, I suppose I should take some time to figure out what I’m going to do with myself on this, my first Sunday.
I’m thinking a nap might be in order.