I am ambivalent towards Sundays. While they readily lend themselves to activities like laying around, eating oreos and taking care of laundry and grocery shopping, they also hold the ominous quality of being the day before Monday. However, if there is ever a Sunday to be savored, it is surely the one in which you awaken and remember that the clocks moved back an hour. An extra hour of life. What a wonderful way to start the day. Maybe I won't even wear black to work tomorrow.
I found out this week that I will be returning to Uganda in January - this time to co-lead the Global Kimeeza sponsored by Global Youth Partnership for Africa in Kampala, Uganda. Life is good.