Yesterday was a Sunday and I went to Mass at the cathedral, in the evening, because I’d waited for the very last opportunity to observe the Sunday obligation, because I’d been feeling somewhat unmotivated and melancholy throughout the day, though also because I like to spend time with A. on the weekends, and I’m not going to ask her to go to Mass with me, in the morning, as a form of activity or bonding, even though she probably would agree to, and in fact has mentioned that she would do so, before.