New rule: I don’t exist on Sundays. Sundays are the days I get to selfishly keep to myself and do whatever it is that I want to do. This is the only way to keep sane. Because I commute, I have to wake up early and sleep early. Because of my commute, a 9 hour day is a 14 hour day. For 5 days of the week I am being paid for what I was trained to do–to think design and implement design. But Sundays, ahhh yes, Sundays, those are mine. Don’t take them way from me. Sundays are now marked as sacred. On Sundays, I am closed from obligation. I have to take what I can and I will obsessively hang onto my Sundays.