We have found a rhythm to our Sundays this winter. There is coffee to be poured, laundry to be folded, lunches to be made for the week ahead. I teach Sunday school before church, and after we take a walk in search of coffee or brunch before an afternoon of textbooks and statistics tests. We retreat to the sunniest corners of the house to read and write and grade. I pour a glass of wine and roast batches of vegetables. I dream of a more restful sabbath, a day for longer walks and flea markets and the pile of books on my nightstand. For now, this routine and rhythm preparing us for the week will do just fine.
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