It's frigid out there today, so I'm staying indoors, sitting at the computer. My little niece and nephew are here, along with their dog, who is my dog's sister. We're having a nice visit. Gratefully those kids are being raised without religion.
They're 6 and 8, very sweet, very smart and very polite. They've been raised with tons of love and respect and they're really great kids.
Drinking coffee laced with booze, masturbating to online porn, killing people, being gay. You know: all those things apostates do when we're offended with the church.
I'm just getting caught up on housework. Just did a boatload of laundry, cleaning the house, cleaning out the cabinets and rotating our food. (yes I'm a food hoarder, but I actually eat EVERY ounce of what I store!) Grinding some grains and beans into flours... Adding an extra layer of plastic to the windows because there's a REALLY bad cold snap here right now. Worst I can remember in years...
And I've got to get it all done in the next 2 1/2 hours so I can relax and watch some FOOTBALL... oh yeah, guess I need to make some little football snacks too..
I LOVE not going to church and NOT feeling even a drop of guilt about it!
Hanging out at home, reading, listening to smooth jazz and nothing outdoors as it's frigid cold here in Ohio. Brrrrrr!
An omelet and two cups of coffee for breakfast. Coffee on Sunday morning while reading the newspaper. Sure beats the heck out of Sacrament meeting. Ha!
Made a very good sausage casserole and a good cup of coffee. Did some time online and watched CBS "Sunday Morning" while cooking.
Right now, sacrament meeting would be starting. The rush to get everyone in and quite. The last hour of boredom. So, in their honor I'm going to crawl back in my warm bed and watch a movie. I may doze off and that's fine...
After drinking copious amounts of coffee my husband and I are touring the Eastman mansion turned photography museum. We will be purchasing things, forcing others to work on Sunday and generally enjoying our laughter and light-mindedness.
Want to lounge, but my job follows me home. I'll need to read some student work. I've been doing some recovery-oriented writing of my own this morning, though. Poetry that is very angry and sad, very gay, and not PG-13. It helps.
Drinking coffee. I have a pan of water on the stove for soft boiled eggs. Then will do a little work around the house. Rehang the newly painted closet doors in the home office, wash out one of the litter boxes, take out trash and recycling, etc. Then watch the Jets game and veg the rest of the afternoon/evening.
Yesterday we went cross-country skiing in preparation for the 30K trek we're doing next month. Today is the lounge-around-the-house-and-watch football day.
Sunday is just another day. We do the same things on Sunday we do most days of the week. I do anyhow.
If I don't go shopping on Sunday it's not a religious matter, it's because the stores are full of families with dozens of unruly kids running about totally unsupervised. More than once, I have nearly been knocked over by some kid racing up and down the isles of the grocery store chasing one another. Then there are the kids playing ball in the stores! I try to shop in the mornings during the week when the children are in school!