Winter is icumen in

Lhude sing "goddamn". Yesterday winter finally arrived, with the howling, eyeball-fluid-congealing type of wind I remember so fondly from last year. The only catch is that we hardly have any snow. If I am going to get up on a Saturday morning and run with the wind in my face the entire route (have yet to understand the meteorology at work there) then at least let there be picturesque snowdrifts, eh?

Choir concert tonight! Mixed feelings on this, since the dress rehearsal really did not rock in any way, shape, or form. But hopefully the one first tenor who really knows our part will actually show up to the concert; he wasn't there last night. It was harsh. And you know what they say: bad rehearsal, good concert. Right? Right?