George had to run to Lagrange this morning for something so he asked me to take his mother to Sunday School and big church. Once again, I stayed up all night with my toothache and didn’t feel like breakfast. George says I am using my tooth as an excuse to be a recluse. He’s probably right on a subconscious level. Well, I took Mrs. Florene to Sunday School and dropped her off. I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes smoking and listening to my radio – making sure she got inside okay. I have never seen so many well dressed ladies and dressed to the nines. All the flamboyant hats reminded me of the Queen of England and her usual public attire. One fellow walking past even had on a dress coat with tails. It looked like something out of a prom. White church was never so formal when I attended as a child. Anyways, I have to drive back over after lunch and take Mrs. Florene home. Speaking of that, I need to get moving. It is almost noon and I don’t want Mrs. Florene to have to wait long. Ciao.