I know that Toronto never closes, and that Sundays don't mean the same thing here as they did at home in the Maritimes, but some days it still acts as a necessary day of rest for me.

Sundays are for tidying up, cleaning, relaxing, writing a letter (i'm trying to get back to letter writing and not just letter receiving), napping, organizing, sudoku, listening to music, reading, catching up, and preparing for the coming week.

I guess that's why they don't put anything good on tv before 10pm.