past, future

[jazzfish]

Mrs V's service was . . . good. Cathartic. Reaffirmed my lack of belief in an afterlife, oddly enough. Good hymns, good people. The handbell choir played "Let There Be Peace on Earth" at the close of the service, which was the closing hymn for a good many years. People started humming along. About halfway through, the congregation suddenly started singing. Togetherness. That's what I miss from church. (So I go to the post-service gathering and realise that I know practically no one there anymore. So it goes.)

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I'm going to Shauna's tonight for a bit because I desperately need to unwind (though I'm unsure when I'll actually get there). Six hours of sleep just isn't enough anymore. Perhaps I'll spend the evening giving backrubs to people with iron backs again. I'll be back in the burg in time to work my 12:45 shift tomorrow. Likely that this'll be my last online time 'til I get net at the apt up and running.

"Some days it feels like the whole world is smeared with Vaz." --Jeff Noon