Kim's staying in D.C. tonight for work, so everyone who reads this journal and who is in Richmond tonight come over to my house and we'll par-TAY into the deepest of night! (Which, yes, means that it will be me on my new recliner watching reruns of Law & Order alone.) (Actually, ideally, it means that I will continue working on my handbell arrangement of "There is a Balm" for moM, which already contains four time signatures [2/4, 3/4, 4/4, 6/8] at the arrangement's midpoint [which is where I'm at right now (and who knows how many more time signatures the second half holds [certainly not me])].)
Also, please vote at the bottom of this page, particularly for obscure, not-previously-bell-arranged carols.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
