constructing a divine Sunday

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All brilliant Sunday mornings should be comprised of the following:

baguette with jam
CBC radio
a good book

Mine's bang on, with the exception of the newspaper. I can live without the Gazette on any given day.

I am going to curl up in my reading chair by the window in the sun, and snuggle in a blanket. The heat in my apartment is still a little off.

The afternoon and evening will be equally as ritualized.