Bobby and I are going to church in the morning. I know, jump back. First time I’ve been voluntarily in… oh, maybe over a year? Actually, I don’t think Mama’s funeral service should be considered “voluntary,” so it’s probably more like three or four years. Hell, I mean heck, I don’t remember.

Off I go to bed so I’ll be well-rested for tomorrow’s morning foray back into the world of religion. Despite the cynicism that seems to be wafting from this post, I actually am looking forward to it. One of my 2009 goals is to change my Sunday mornings. I know this is a change that desperately needs to be made.

So here we go…