Traditional Sunday

I had planned for and executed a Traditional Sunday as passed down from the Mason side, through my folks and seldom celebrated anymore. I had a nice little pork loin roast, sweet and sauerkraut, baked potatoes, cinnamon applesauce about 2:30 in the afternoon. My granny or my mom would have also produced dessert. I had a small Hershey bar with almonds. My stock went up with the hounds-pork loin made their ears prick up. Honey was singing for her supper. Sated, we sat outside for awhile and about 3:30 I went in to start a Tony Hillerman novel that came from Amazon. I awoke about 6:00 p.m. with the dogs at my feet. That part was traditional too- dozing men. A good mystery does not last long around here. With my nap already taken, I buzzed right through it, finally falling in bed about 2:00 a.m.