Sundays are low-key. It’s the day we sleep-in, try not to make overly ambitious plans and run errands. It’s a day that starts like most days do, walking the dog, but unlike weekdays we walk to get coffee and then return to house to finish coffee while eating pains au chocolat. We take slow bits of the warm, gooey, moist croissants while sipping our coffee on the deck or in the cooler months inside while listening to NPR. Boring maybe, but I love these low-key Sunday mornings and look forward to them all week.