Dear Diary: Went to church yesterday, I like me some lie-in on a Sunday morning but Val Jarrett thinks it's time for Michelle and I to be more visibly god-fearing for the benefit of all those bitter guns-and-religion people out there in fly-over country. We were driven to the Zion Gospel Church in The Beast and entered through a side door. I bounced around trying to fit in. Being raised in Hawaii, I never danced as a kid, except for one time I put on a grass skirt and tried to dance the hula. We left for Indonesia immediately after that. I wonder why. I'm no mover, but Michelle, on the other hand, found her groove, clapping, singing and swaying and looking happy for the first time in a week. I've asked Marvin Nicholson, my new body guy, to try and set up a few holes at Andrews tomorrow (a President's work is never done.) And so bed.
