January 3, 1943 (Sunday)

Barbers Point NAS

Went to church this morning for the first time since last April. I feel badly about not being able to go all the time. When one of the rare opportunities to go does come, I usually pass it up, having adopted the attitude that as long as I’m missing Sunday masses, I may as well do a good thorough job. This must stem from what is always been one of my basic philosophies of living, “Either do it right, or not at all.”