It's a whole "extra" day to work on what I smell like, ride my motorcycle, or spend money on all the farm equipment I can break on the "extra" day away from my town job. Some Sundays I even relax, taking advantage of a little slack time on the ground while my well-trained horse wonders why I am napping after exiting his back so fast. Why, on some Sundays I even sleep in to 6, or maybe even 6:30 AM
I have even met a few of our local medical pro's around town on Sunday while they repair damage from my new, expanded Sunday activities.
Just think only a few short years ago I would break up my Sunday at 3 pm for 2 hours of open-eyed napping. The bonus is Saturday night is no longer spent reading and underlining a paper product that I would not remember by Monday anyway.
----------Hill (the worst day fixing a prolapsed cow's uterus is always better than the best day at the KH class)