I’ve got the music we’re singing for Good Friday here at work with me, just looking it over and humming long more or less at the right pitch. And I’ve got chocolate tempting me, though I’m going to try not to eat it until at least noon. David’s home today and I won’t get to see him again until probably 9pm. Last night, I got home from the Maundy Thursday service at… 1020pm or so.

And then Saturday night, well it goes to 11. Though we don’t really sing that much louder.

Anyway, the piece we’re singing tonight is called “O My People” but it’s subtitled “(The Reproaches),” so the text is traditionally associated with Good Friday and a rite called Veneration of the Cross. The music is modern and lovely to sing (by Damian Lundy) and our poor little crack-pot choir actually sounds really good in rehearsal. We’ll be at St Columba at 7pm, stuffed into an area I like to call the “choir nook.” Stewart, the new (and very competent) organist, will be there playing, so we won’t have to rely on this weird computerized organ-playing device for backup.

We’ve got a HELL of a lot of music to sing tomorrow night for what’s essentially a double service at Holy Moly. Besides the Exsultet, there are 2 extra party pieces plus a boatload of hymns. And then some of the same again the next morning at St Columba again (you can see the alternating pattern here).

It’s tiring and all that, but satisfying when we get through it all.

Plus there’s all the Easter chocolate, including the pre-Easter goodies that have been tempting me at my desk all morning.

UPDATE: Scoffed the lot. Singing takes energy, says I.