I am the only person awake in my house.
The scent of coffee brewing combines with the aroma of biscuits baking in the oven, delighting my senses.
I have a solitary hour in which to read the newspaper in complete silence.
To take full command of the remote control or to surf the internet without interruption.
To sit in the breakfast nook and soak up the rays of sunshine as they filter through the bay window.
To close my eyes and dream of foreign lands, exotic locations.
To sit in lotus position, breathing deeply, relaxing every fiber of every sore muscle.
One solitary hour every Sunday morning. One hour in which to preserve my sanity.
No wonder God rested on the 7th day.