I love visiting family. I really do, but boy oh boy do I like to return home to my own comfy bed, and my own bathroom.
We got home just before 11pm last night. I was tired and sore (from painting). When I woke up this morning I seriously considered just staying in bed. Thank you Dad for instilling a sense of right and wrong. I knew it would be wrong (and self-indulgent) to stay home from church just because I was more comfortable in bed.
Turns out I was really glad I hauled myself out of bed and got myself to church. When I walked in the chapel I noticed the entire stake presidency sitting up there. On a fast Sunday. Yup, we got a new bishop today.