I was out of bed before 11.00 this morning, an uncommon event lately. Sunday seemed much longer.
What did I do with my extra Sunday hours? I sorted out my all my socks and tights. Got rid of holey, saggy ones and put like tights with like (winter ones, lighter ones, patterned ones etc) so it's easier to find the ones I want in the morning rush. My life might not be sorted, but my sock drawer is.
I did other things, of course; none of them exciting. Unless you consider a late afternoon nap exciting.