I don't know why but I always feel a little sad on Sundays.
I remember when I was growing up we always went to church and then my mom would cook a great lunch like pot roast and potatoes with hot rolls. Then my parents would nap, which was totally boring when you are 10. Then we would go back to church again in the evening.
Now that I have my own family, I didn't follow tradition too well. We may or may not make it to church. If we do, it's catch as catch can for lunch and then I nap while everyone else entertains themselves.
I think a piece of me longs for the connection we had as a family on Sundays. My family growing up wasn't close at all but Sundays were a day when we had the whole day in common.