Then when I got older, my memories were more pleasant. Early in our marriage, my wife and I lived in an apartment in the city and we'd get 2 or 3 large papers on Sunday morning. I can still remember spending rainy Sundays with newspapers spread all across the floor and I can still smell the bacon and eggs and coffee brewing as the cold rain pattered against the windows and the swoosh of the wet tires of cars passing on the busy street underneath us. We would have compact discs on the stereo with bands like Steely Dan, Genesis and Alan Parsons Project.
Lazy Sundays!