I need a new Sunday. Sundays should have a pleasurable routine, a few simple, comforting delights to bring the week to a close.

For much of my life, Sundays were church. When I was young, it was off to church in the morning, back home for a big dinner at lunch and then a simple supper. Lots of little favorite things in there: afternoons driving in the country, cinnamon rolls, goofing at church with my friends and that apple pie pancake thing for supper.

In college, Sundays were either hangover days or omg-must-finish-this-project days. Best skipped over, I think.

There were more recent church Sundays. I sang in the choir, I brought the kids. I don’t really remember a lot about those days. Dressing up the babies was kind of fun. I had some acquaintances at church, but not friends, so it never did hold the same charm as church of earlier times.

For the brief time I spent in Washington DC, I had the Sunday Washington Post to read. Ok, mostly the Style section, but it was something I looked forward to each week.

But since the days of church and newspaper reading are long gone, Sundays are shapeless, pretty much like any other day of the week, excepting the fact that I can’t have a mimosa til after noon. Sometimes I listen to Arwulf on WEMU, sometimes we go to Costco. There is no routine of pleasure, there is no rest.

So I need new a Sunday. I need to find a delightful routine, some little pleasure that will work whether the boys are here or not. Food seems an easy thing to implement - donuts or pancakes or cinnamon rolls or some other yummy treat. But will it be enough? What’s your Sunday routine?