April 21, 2019

Joyful Easter Sunday. I was moved by the Great Vigil last night, and by the two services this morning, though it was just about as much singin as I need for a while. The contra B in the Chesnekov is solider than it’s ever been, and I’m the only one who has it. Practically the only one who had the Fs.  The Dean baptized his granddaughter, which was sweet. Ate brunch in the Ambrosia the day before it closes. The service was excellent, the food, not. Maybe that’s why.