Another Sunday has come and gone.  And I am still faced with pretty much the same confusion.  Yesterday was really a better Sunday.  I was busy more.  I enjoyed a couple of hours watching tv with  my wife.  I did some home teaching plus a research and deliver service project for a 'brother'. But I still did not feel like writing and I did have a touch of what I will call my Sunday blaahs, even though I admit upfront that that word is really not a good fit.  I tried to examine the feeling this morning.  I am still stumped as to what it is that I am experiencing, but I do know that it is quite real, confined to a Sunday and not really bad, but now good either.  It does go away as I get into the swing of my Monday routine and I don't think about it much again until the next Sunday.  I figure that it is related to my whole person, but more so to my spiritual well being.  It seems to be 'saying' that I need to be doing more, but comes on a day of 'rest' and the end of a week that I need some time to recover from and therefore have less energy anyway.  I should also note that that kind of describes my stage in life:  coming at a time when I need to be doing more, but having less of the energy that I need.  (And is Sunday my best day for reconsidering and evaluating that kind of thing?)  Whatever, I can't deal wit it anymore right now.  I will continue to immerse myself in my Monday routine, hope to be productive and continue to fit my 'eternal' with my 'present' today when it actually matters.