I feel like I was at church all day yesterday. I love church. I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. Can I still whine that it was an awfully long day? There were just so many things happening one after another and it just took a long time. The rest of the family was able to go home for a few hours, then come back. Randall was sweet and brought me up some chili for dinner (I was stuck at church the entire time). Oh well. I'd rather be a hobo in the kingdom of God than be a ruler anywhere else.