Sunday

February 13, 2025 10:47 AM

I'm looking for poetic/metaphorical ways to refer to the day of the week Sunday. Like 'a day of rest'. Preferably not overtly religious like 'the day of the Lord'.
posted by falsedmitri to Writing & Language (14 answers total)

Best answer: The eighth day. Nap day. Football day. Last day of freedom.
posted by michaelh at 10:59 AM on February 13 [1 favorite]

*clears throat; channels my best macho man randy savage era voice*

GET READY FOR MONSTER JAM!!!! THIS FOURTH OF JULY WEEKEND COME SEE GRAVE DIGGER ANNIHILATE THE RAMINATOR, ONE NIGHT ONLY AT THE ALLSTATE ARENA ON... Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

The holiest of days 🙏
posted by phunniemee at 11:15 AM on February 13 [9 favorites]

The pause before Monday's storm
The boundary between was and will be
The week's twilight
posted by alex1965 at 11:17 AM on February 13 [4 favorites]

Back to Work Eve
Back to School Eve
posted by a humble nudibranch at 11:25 AM on February 13 [1 favorite]

This isn't poetic or metaphorical but for several years I called it "No-car Sunday" which did mean that yes, I wouldn't get in the car, but also had the practical effect of indeed making it a day of rest.
posted by BlahLaLa at 11:25 AM on February 13 [2 favorites]

I call it sleepy sundays/quiet sundays.
posted by raccoon409 at 11:42 AM on February 13 [2 favorites]

Week Rise / Week Set
posted by cocoagirl at 12:11 PM on February 13 [2 favorites]

you could borrow from Letterkenny... "Sundays are for picking stones and getting hammered"
posted by kokaku at 12:40 PM on February 13 [2 favorites]

Brunch Day

Hangover Day
posted by JohnnyGunn at 1:29 PM on February 13 [1 favorite]

Sunday funday
posted by BlueHorse at 2:07 PM on February 13 [2 favorites]

weekend wind-down
posted by BlueHorse at 2:11 PM on February 13 [1 favorite]

The leftmost column on the calendar
posted by Jon_Evil at 2:49 PM on February 13 [1 favorite]

Sabbath often has religious significance but etymologically it means seventh day. I think it sounds peaceful.
posted by Erinaceus europaeus at 9:35 PM on February 13 [2 favorites]

“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul."

― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

posted by some little punk in a rocket at 4:48 AM on February 14 [3 favorites]