"Rock of Ages"

An old song, and an even older poem for the lyrics. I don't find this as problematic as the last song, mostly because the language is very archaic, it's easier to let it flow over me. I'm not sure that I ever knew more than the title of this, words-wise, before today, though I know the whole of the melody. They note here that this is a very popular song for funerals.

Today was a long day, work-wise. This evening I found it very difficult to concentrate during my last massage, which is oddly enough usually not a bad thing for the client, since when I'm tired I always go long, and no one complains about that.

I continue to feel very lucky in my job of late. Today someone referred to my profession as an example of 'honorable work.' I like that. It's a good thing, a great gift, to have a job that feels worthwhile, meaningful, fufilling. I know how completely great that is, and as hard as I've worked towards this end, I still feel somewhat lucky to be here, doing what I do. A very tired 'yahoo' to that.