Have you marked the fall of the snowThe 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.
Before the earth hath slushed it?*
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
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.
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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