I am really tired of snow and cold and winter. Granted, this is the time of the year where my allergies ans asthma are barely a factor, and for that I'm happy. However, lately on weekends I don't even leave the house, and that sucks. It's just too cold and snowy and slippery. My house looks amazing — M steamed the living room carpet last weekend after we took down the tree — but I am getting a bit stir crazy.

M wanted to go to church this morning. While my relationship with God is excellent, I feel, I really have this aversion to going. Maybe because it was drilled into my head to go when I was a gal, but I really can't sit there. I always feel good when I go, but getting there is a problem for me. We haven't set foot inside the church we got married in since we...got married. That was more than a year and a half ago. I do feel bad about that, since our priest was just wonderful that married us, but I just have a hard time getting going on Sunday mornings. I hope God understands.