I know, Sinful Sunday should be, well, “sinful.” Or at least wicked. But this felt pretty sinful at the time, albeit in a different way. All three of us had had enough running around all week, and though K and I were supposed to get dressed up to go to a play party, none of us were feeling it. So we stayed home, and I got in my favorite jammie’s, and we watched Ted Lasso, ate popcorn and cuddled on the couch. And that was it.