My husband and I almost never went out in service on Sundays. We frequently missed Saturdays, too.
I studied my Botchtower the day before or not at all. Toward the end of my servitude, it was usually "not at all."
Being at the Kingdumb Hell was bad enough toward the end – our last congregation was so stand-offish we had no idea why or even if they actually disapproved of us – but getting ready for meetings was always the worst. Who wanted to get up on a beautiful weekend morning and put on office drag?
When I was studying I enjoyed meetings – the whole panorama of Bible prophecy, sage moral counsel for daily life, fellowship with veteran Christians, and all that. While it was still new, it was no problem to get up early, put on a cute outfit, and skip on down to the bus stop to attend the Hall in the next town.
Maybe it was when they ran out of new ideas – maybe that was when the ennui set in.
Today I might attend the local Religious Science church for the down-home preaching and the kick-ass gospel choir, or I might stay home and make up some parcels-o-fun for the swapsI'm involved in.