The Longest Sunday

Yesterday was Sunday, my favorite day of the week. Its not because of church or work or diners at Grandma's. Not for the thickest newspaper of the week or the smell of biscuits & honey. Sunday is a the day were I can relax, watch a sporting event, & let the week that was disappear from my memory. So this last Sunday, with no games on til the Pens played at seven, was . . . long. The afternoon dragged on & the two hours before puck-drop sent me into a stupor which I am still recovering from. The weeks between the Super Bowl & Daytona 500 are the toughest to get through. An occasional hockey game helps out, but the fact is . . . I'm walking through a desert. Can't wait to get on the other side.