4:00 pm. The weekend has been spent. Except for the movie “Amelie,” which we’re still watching. Dinners have been cooked, family members from out of town have gone home. Birthday parties have been attended. I got at least one extra hour of sleep! Nothing fell apart. I imagine I hear the football game on TV in the next room and smell the green beans cooking in the kitchen. Sunday afternoons are the same, no matter what one has done with the rest of the weekend. That empty, final hour when work and play are both over always comes. Sometimes it feels good, like today.