Today was very much a case of pushing through to the eagerly awaited nothingness of tomorrow. Pancakes happened, and waffles, with a gleeful control of the kitchen playlist.
Overwhelmed by the smell of nature on the wall up the hill back home. Decided to read my book for a bit instead of watching something, another small victory in the journey back to childishness. Watching a programme or film is often like viewing someone else’s imagination, but reading expands my own, somehow.
Then had worship rehearsal at Rob and Jayne’s house. My only prayer is that Jesus would release a spirit of revelation to people who decide to transcribe music they’ve heard, so that they will actually understand the rules of music theory.