I think I have begun to set a routine for my Sunday too. Not that I am home on most day offs though. I get up late (that is what I do even otherwise. Business assignments, God bless them, always begin after noon), skip breakfast, go shopping for groceries, cook something quite elaborate, sleep it off in the hot afternoon, watch TV, try not to think of my next story, read a book, go out for a walk, listen to music a bit, talk on the phone, really really relax.... well, that's it.
Nothing unusual, just a lazy Sunday. But I seem to getting the hang of actually switching off from the work mode. It is tough forcing myself to not think of work or do anything that is connected to office. Workaholism is great, it is just when you are not at work that it begins to hurt.
Anyway, this Sunday was ok. Last weekend was better. I started on this book called The Blue Bedspread by Raj Kamal Jha that I borrowed from a colleague. It is one of the weirdest books I have ever read. I think about it and I cannot classify it as any genre of writing. The words are strange, the sentences disjointed. Yet they make so much sense. Have got to finish it tonight.
Thankfully, work begins again tomorrow. Back to my work, my writing, the life that I absolutely love living.