Poland thinks that there is no greater time than leisure time, especially on Sundays. After a long week at work and his Saturday dinner with Lithuania, he really needs some time on his own. On this Sunday, he sleeps in and misses the 9 o' clock mass at church. "Oh well," he tells himself, "I'll go next week."
After a small lunch, he lounges on the couch. He can see the steadily growing pile of dishes in the kitchen sink, but he doesn't feel like doing them now. He checks his cell phone and sees that he has several missed calls - three are from his boss, but they were received on Saturday. Of course he wouldn't answer those; his first priority is always Liet when they dine together. Poland notices that he also has a voicemail from Italy. It's been a long time since they last talked. However, the clock says it's around noon in Italy, so he would be conducting afternoon mass. He resolves to call his friend later.
He still has a few hours until dinnertime, so he takes a quick trip to the mall to get that cute shirt he's had his eye on. When he returns home, he enjoys his meal in solitude. He doesn't notice that he forgot to say grace before he ate. He adds his plate to the pile of dishes waiting in the sink, and the stack nearly topples over. Oh well, he'll take care of them eventually.