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There is something really special about Sundays. It was intended as a day of rest, and I find that it is always the day of the week where I relax the most. It's expected. I remember as a kid the stores were not even open on Sundays. It's as if we all have unwritten permission to sleep late, linger over coffee, putt around outdoors and put our feet up.