Every Sunday morning of the world I feel like a slug. This could be the work of the one who doesn't want God's people to follow through on opportunities to meet with God and His people, or it could be much simpler. That's the one day of the week I don't roll out of bed to a walk outside. I proved my theory this week. As soon as we got home from church, hubby and I agreed to walk by the river. By the time we got back, I was a different person. Fresh air is the best cure for what ails a body.