Sunday

I am so grateful for Sundays. It seems like in an entrepreneur's days, there are so many millions of things that one should be doing. A million people who want things, and even more millions of people who could be made to want things. I could mail in my contracts, but the post office is closed. I could go knock on stores' doors to sell my product, but they are all closed. No one has sent me an email in the last 4 hours. All the problems and pressings seem to be holding themselves back until monday. Even if I would like to deal with them, they are not available to me. So I think I'll just read Wuthering Heights.