I don't like the middle Sunday at Wimbledon, nor do I understand it, given how much it rains in London in June and July. Anyway, here's a day when I have no appointments and I don't have to go to work, but there's no tennis. I've been walking around my house cleaning obscure things, so you know my rhythm has been thrown off.
Some of us just don't now how to manage the middle Sunday.
The rest of us might want to look at some relevant Wimbledon lists.
Or read an excellent piece on the formation of the Murray/Mauresmo team, and what it means in a world filled with sexism and misogyny.
Perhaps we can watch Chris Evert play Evonne Goolagong in 1976.
Or fondly recall Tatiana Golovin's "touch of color" on the Wimbledon lawns.
Some of us might want to re-live a glorious moment from 2006.
And some of us might just decide to chill out until play resumes tomorrow.