Lullaby

Last night was a century. It's these spasmodic bouts of insomnia that really sap the life out me. Technically, I should be able to deal with them by simply pulling an all-nighter on the spot to bulldoze my backlog. But they tend to occur on nights where I have something quite demanding ahead on the next day. Like today, I'll be needing to book out of Handover Camp to sing with the minstrel ministry till ten-ish. I guess it's probably due to my erratic sleeping pattern, and now my body is just crying out for attention. Hopefully this doesn't evolve into some syndrome to plague me in my later years.

Perhaps I should just give in to Mum, and to those of you who've been chiding me like her to start sleeping early. But even if I don't now, I'm certain that the upcoming soldier season will ensure, or rather enforce that I dive at 10 and rise at 5 everyday, amidst all other activities painfully beneficial to physical fitness. It's not particularly encouraging, but it should help.

Thankfully, Day One of camp is moderately relaxing, as should be apparent from this piece of writing. But now I think I should be off to practice for this evening's vespers. Worship at the astroturf sounds great. Night sky, scattered stars, rich melodies and an abundance of black and green rubber bits, all of which ascribe glory and power to our unique Creator. Thank God music has a place for me everywhere I go.