Sundays

Every one has their own feelings about Sundays.
Today, on Sunday, this PI woke up thinking about a call I got last Saturday night from someone who found out the person they are with is not the person they thought.
Lies were the foundation of their relationship. Serial cheating is involved.
They have two kids.
And while the person who called said "why would she confess all this to me on a Saturday night?"
I was taken aback because the question was, to me at least, odd.
I could have' said, "because she was drunk" because she was.
Instead, I said, "Why would finding out on a Sunday be any better?"
And that, dear blog reader, is the point of the song below.