Of Caving and Other Things

Am on the eighth floor of the Edward Boyle Library, which is the floor under the one with the main entrance (if you know what I mean); i.e. it's the sort of underground floor - at least I always see it as such. On my way to the toilets I passed a sign designating the various places where books were kept, and I saw a sign saying "Caving". I thought how appropriate it was that "Caving" was on the underground floor.

A jumble of biology facts in my brain now sitting in murkiness; now all I need to do is to organise them clearly and pray that they may be indeliably lodged in my brain forever - well, at least until next Monday.

Teach me in this dark period the secret of not being tired, the secret of waiting on You for my strength.