January 5, 2026

Thought I should take down the Christmas trees before our meeting tonight, but when I began, I was stricken with a such a pang of grief– an eight year old boy awoke inside me crying “just one more day!” I can’t account for the sharp edge of emotion. Perhaps now I feel that each Christmas may be my last. Perhaps I wish not for the gay lights and the beautiful music to pass into ordinary winter. Anyway, another day it is. 

AVLGMC meeting. We are gone in a direction where I have no expertise and no interest. We talk about costumes, but not about singing good music or getting what we do sung right. I am the discord. How to get out of this without sounding disgruntled?