Article August 17, 1998 Issue

WEDNESDAY EVENING

Gloria M. Beasley

It's Wednesday evening, just after dinner. I put off doing the dishes and put my feet up to read the paper. I see that there is a great movie on television at eight o'clock. Too bad I don't know how to program the VCR. Maybe I should just skip church and watch it instead. It's supposed to have angels in it.

I finish the paper and reluctantly get up to do the dishes. It's raining. It'll probably be cold in church. I shiver and give a little cough. Don't you hate it when people cough in church? I cough again. Maybe I don't feel too well. I should stay home and go to bed early. I could take a nice warm bath—coddle myself a little. After all, I had a hard day. I look in the mirror. My hair is a mess. I can't let anyone see me like this.

My husband and cat are cuddled together watching the news. Why should I go out in the rain while they stay home all comfy? Besides, they'll miss me if I leave. And it's late. If I go now, I'll disturb everyone. Anyhow, I have nothing to offer, and I have too much on my mind to get anything out of the church service.

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