With the Boy, schedules and perspectives on them change. It was the same with with L, but you forget over time. The Boy reminded us quickly, and the reminders continue daily. Among the things that change of course is the notion of what it means to sleep in. That has changed gradually as we’ve left behind the carelessness of childhood and adolescence.

These days, sleeping in until half past seven is a luxury indeed, especially for for K. Sunday mornings.

From there, the rituals, old and new, take over. Sundays are days filled with ritual, both sacred and recreational.

Mornings lean toward the former; afternoons edge toward the latter.