I love Sunday afternoons. I depend on them actually. Sunday afternoon comes around just in time, and maybe the baby is fussy but everyone is home and slowed. There are ideas from the morning to process, there is community, a big lunch, maybe a walk, a game around the table. The week ahead to plan for and the week behind to be grateful for. Rest doesn't look like it used to--it doesn't mean no interruptions. It's a deliberate state of mind, and on Sunday afternoons it's become a habit so now I just slip into it. I look around and smile because it's all so, so good.