feeling strange on Sunday

I'm sitting here listening to a Josh Ritter concert procrastinating from my lesson planning.  

I've had another strange Sunday.  Sometimes I wonder if there will ever come a time in my life that I will not feel strange on Sunday.  Sometimes, I miss the days that I could sincerely sing with the Church Chimpunks "Sunday school, Sunday school how I love Sunday school, yes, I do!"

Oh well.