This weekend I didn't go to church. On Sunday we didn't realize they had different Mass times because it was New Year's Eve, so we missed it. And on Monday Mike was sick and I was reluctant to leave him alone.
In the past I used to get a little twinge of guilt every Sunday when I realized that I was missing church, but I brushed it off pretty quickly. Now I can't quite brush it off...I feel oddly grungy, as if I'm wearing yesterday's underwear.
Maybe since I still have off of work this week I'll go to a weekday morning Mass.
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