Around my house Sunday afternoon was all about football. Lane loved football. Sundays were reserved for lying on the sofa and watching our local NFL team win and more often lose. Lane would build a fire and I would make some popcorn. It was fun.
Football was something that Lane and I had in common, which was pretty unusual in our relationship. Lane was an artsy type who knew a lot about classical music and sculpture. I was and still am pretty unsophisticated in the arts. Football was a great equalizer for us.
So on Sunday I sat down to watch some football. But I couldn't focus on the game or get into the action. I missed my husband. The thrill of the game paled in comparison to the thrill I got from being with him, watching him have fun. I honestly thought that watching football would make me feel close to him. It actually made me feel lonely and blue.
Next Sunday I'm going shopping. Lane hated shopping. Lane avoided shopping. Yep, next Sunday I'm going shopping.
What do you do on Sunday afternoons?