Sorry, no news or rambling today, just a few archive photos. I’m dashing out to dash through the snow (metaphoric), hark the heralds, and be away in a manger managing a keyboard, complete with a descant (I remembered, Terri) that’s hopefully in the right key. After that, there’s a chapter needs finishing, and the first of the Christmas events at the godboy’s house. May have more time tomorrow. Not that May, we don’t talk about her.
