If you're my family reading this, I go to mass every single Sunday, confession twice a week, and observe every high holy day on the calendar.
But for the rest of you...pray for me.
It's been a while, and I'm concerned that I will have forgotten the secret handshake or that they've come up with some sort of new system of things that will make it blatantly obvious I haven't a clue what I'm doing.
I pray and I try to be a decent and kind a loving human being, but over the years I have fallen away from the more formal aspects of things and just hoped for the best.
But now? Now it's time to find a decent pair of pants and some shoes and a top that won't make me sweat too much and go do my Catholic thing.
So that's the report on a Spinster Sunday, Dearies. Once the smells and bells have concluded we're off like a herd of turtles to watch more of the football and then home for some stitching.
Speaking of...here's the progress from yesterday: