I remember the days when I dreaded Sundays. Church services for so many years blew the mornings. I was a Methodist in my so-called formative years and into married with children years. I felt obligated for reasons not understood. Then I was a Unitarian for about 12 years--an atheist one at that. But I digress.

My Sunday mornings have been church-free for 10 years now. What a relief.

I dreaded Sundays for another reason: Monday followed. That meant back to school, either as a student or a teacher. I fought that low down feeling all day Sunday. It's been nearly 12 years since I've felt that bummed out.

Today, I can enjoy watching the league football championships with no anchor in the bottom of my guts. I woke up this morning saying "YAHOO, FOOTBALL SUNDAY!", not "football today, school tomorrow--ugh". And for the record, I'm rooting for the Indy Colts (natch), and New Orleans (Drew Brees went to Purdue, only 20 miles from me).

I'm going to watch the Colts/Jets game with my dad. My daughter and grandson might join us. Dad is home from the hospital; tests prove negative of anything major. He had excess water in his body, including the lungs. Enphysema from 40 years of smoking rears its ugly head. He's resting, but feeling pretty good with a positive outlook.

My live in sister finally got all her marriage/divorce papers necessary for her driver's license. I wish i would have advised my daughters to keep their given name. But I don't blame them for wanting to escape being a Smith their whole lives. It's almost a curse.

Have a great Sunday. I know I will!