Well, I was hemming and hawing this morning about going to church. I wasn't feeling my best, but I have felt worse. So, I decided to go. Here is my series of unfortunate events:
-I decide to sit in a pew where the sun is beaming through the large stained glass window right into my face. The glare didn't bother me, but the additional reason to sweat (besides my usual hormonal reasons) was unwelcome.
-Parents in front of me with two small children. One child, less than a year old, has snot pouring out of his nose. He throws things about the pew, like his Thomas train and dad's cell phone. At no one time do these parents think about taking this child to our rather large vestibule or to the staffed nursery.
-Speaking of cell phones, person next to me has a cell phone that goes off not once, but twice, during Mass.
-Father starts talking about "the Catholic" perspective on health care, all should have health care, which makes me think, a. When did Catholic hospitals start being free? Who knew? and b. Are you going to pull this in to today's readings at all? (Answer: not really)
So, I kind of, sort of, physically attended Mass today.
