Stepping away from the church means several things. First and foremost it means I don’t feel so obligated to go to Sunday morning service. But that brings up another thing: now I have Sunday mornings to myself more often than not. And it’s a trifle weird having a whole ‘nother morning to myself on the weekend.
I’m used to doing my washing on Saturday and generally bumming around the flat. Occasionally, I never even make it out of my pyjamas. Can’t do that two days in a row!