The Last Vigil

I really, really wish I had something better to report than I usually do. I had intended to.

My friend Jeff came over and took me to the gym at about 11.30 last night. I feel really lucky right now, because by all rights I should be sore as all-get-out right now, but I'm not. I'm worn out and tired, but not sore.

On our way out of the gym, I looked up and realized it was the full moon. No more Mr. Fall-Asleep-Before-The-Vigil-Is-Finished; I was going to see it through this time. When I got home, I collected my scriptures, my journals, and a candlestick, and headed upstairs for the long night.

Yeah, that didn't last long.

We don't have A/C. As a result, the method I use to cool my room is a window fan. I turned out the lights and lit the candle, but candles don't give out as much light as I'd hoped. Beyond that, the window fan made sure that the candle was constantly flickering, and the only thing harder than trying to read scriptures by candlelight is trying to read scriptures by severely flickering candlelight. Heaven smite me, but it wasn't a very interesting chapter, either.

I woke up at 5.30. The candle was almost burned out. So, yes; I slept through my last vigil.

So, it's official; I've stopped shaving my head, and I only have ten days left in the robes. These next three days will constitute the last of my last festival. I'll try to make them interesting.