I didn't have anything akin to a relaxing Sunday. The early morning train journey, rushing to a meeting which I thought had a 9.30 start, proved to be a major source of stress. Although getting on my first train at 8.27, I didn't get into Paddington until 10.50. I cycled like a bugger to the meeting, getting rained on quite extremely.
I discovered that the meeting had an 11.00 start, so I wasn't actually that late. I was still late enough. I would probably have been more miffed if I'd arrive on time as planned, but then I could have missed the rain and sat warming myself, reading my book. So, not the best of starts to the day - arriving wet and late.
I had a change of clothes with me. I went through the meeting. I concluded that I'm overthinking and overworrying about stuff. I then concluded, that I'm allowed to. Then I left the meeting at just before 4 and headed off to a theatre to see the cast of the show I'd be teching there Tuesday and Wednesday. The cast told me some stuff and I smiled at them - trying to dry off in my cycling clothes.
As I neared my house, I discovered a barber. I didn't realise I had a local barber. I haven't had time for a haircut in the last couple of weeks, so I opportunistically jumped into the shop and got myself done. It was around 7pm. I couldn't believe the luck of finding a 7 days a week open-til-late barber's shop. Very good. I tipped.
Then it was back home and time to do some more tiling. I tiled a lot. I'm sure it will look fine when grouted. I hope so. The process of tiling seemed to involve a lot of standing outside being sprayed with water by my tile cutting machine. I got very cold and wet. I put on a lot of tiles, though.
There's no rest for me, so I followed up the tiling with some ironing.
I cram it all into the day. That's Sundays for you.