By the time I went to bed last night I started worrying about our decision to have solar panels installed and whether we'd given it enough thought. As a result I lay awake for half the night on top of the usual sleep interruptions to empty my bladder. It's no wonder I felt poorly during this morning's Parish Eucharist. My fitbit is warning me about overdoing it too. I left straight after the service, bought potatoes and grapes in the Co-op and came straight home.
The congregation was double its usual size with family, friends and lots of extra children attending a baby's baptism. It's good to see that many families are still following social conventions if not faith conviction when it comes to family christenings. It's clear many of the adults are not used to participating in regular worship. I hope they come away from church with a good impression. The pandemic hit church attendance hard, baptism, weddings and funerals included. Church survey reports speak of small signs of reversal in the attendance decline, but nothing yet to impact on the catastrophic decline witnessed in my lifetime.
I confess I would have preferred a quieter Early Communion service instead today. Clare opted to attend the afternoon Welsh language Eucharist instead. After lunch I slept in the armchair for an hour and then walked for three quarters of an hour, and slept in the chair again when I returned. Today has felt like being on an overnight long haul flight, striving to get some rest, and a little exercise walking up and down the aisle to stretch the legs and maintain blood circulation.
I watched the Matthew Bourne production of Tchaikovsky's 'Sleeping Beauty' after a lighter supper of fruit and chicken only, determined to avoid my digestion working overtime, and allowing me a better night's sleep. I certainly need it.
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