sunday

Every time the door opens is what I was told, taught, how I was brought up, but today...didn't go to church. I have a good excuse. I was nauseous all night and this morning I spent a good amount of time with the porcelain. So we didn't go. It kind of weirded me out a bit. I haven't stayed home from church in a long time, almost felt like I needed to call someone to get permission, or to report my absence.

I probably should miss going, but I shouldn't feel bad about not going. Maybe my motive for going in the first place is wrong and that is why. Maybe it's just a bit of baggage that I carry, though.

After a bit of rest today, a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a few crackers and a couple of bottles of 7up, I'm feeling a bit better. Shouldn't have to call in sick for work tomorrow, but I'll still feel weird about not being at church today.