It's happily blizzarding out there. If it can be described as having emotions, at least. So far perhaps two inches of snow lie on the ground, with predictions for perhaps a total of 6 before it turns to rain in the wee hours of Saturday morning. As it is written...

Have you marked the fall of the snow
Before the earth hath slushed it?^*

The traffic tools tell me it's ugly out there. I hope they all get where they're going, leaving work early, in time for us to go home unimpeded when regular quitting time comes. It often works that way.

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It's Friday at last. It's been nice most of the week, actually; nice enough to go out to lunch more than once. Somehow I'm tired enough to sleep a good long while, and I'm not sure why. I'm subsisting

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This sunday night at 5 we're doing evensong, featuring a magnificat and Nunc Dimittis setting by Healy Willan, and a motet Ne Irascaris by William Byrd, which I covered a part of, here for MFC 7. It'll be fun.

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I posted a few comments on the MFC X entries as they occurred to me, whilst trying to decide which of the excellent entries to vote for. I cut the whole shebang to a CD and drove around with it in my car's CD player for a week before deciding. Really strong entries this time, and I'm pleased to see the women of husi beginning to contribute (well, misslake sang on a SMUT winner once).

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^{*Robert Johnson}