Sunday afternoons

This could be a breakthrough test to sort out optimists and pessimists.

This week - during the Great Lock-down - I spoke to two friends separately. There was no collusion, and I didn't mention Sundays at all, even though Sunday afternoon does feel the deadliest part of the week.

The first comment was

Well, one thing about the virus: at least Sunday afterrnoons don't feel so bad any more now that Sunday feels like every other day.

The other said

 I hate it that every day feels like Sunday now.

Same idea, but very different viewpoint.

What is it about Sundays that creates that feeling that something has gone so badly wrong with the universe ?

These remarks made me think about the bit in The Two Popes (wonderful film) where Bergoglio tells the story of two priests. One asks his spiritual director whether it is OK to smoke while praying. Of course not, is the response. A fellow priest - a Jesuit - told him he was simply asking the wrong question. Is it OK, he asked the spiritual director, to pray while smoking ?