It’s dark here, too, although not quite as early. The dragons are feeling winter-solstice-y and emerging from their burrows only briefly each day.
And speaking of burrows, time to head for mine, with the cat Wednesday. We’ve knocked out two new songs for Sunday, which we can practice with at least some of our choir members tomorrow. Mexican traditional songs have totally predictable melodies, just like cowboy ballads.
LoM is fluent in Spanish and an old hat with rancheras (at Mexican restaurants I occasionally have to remind her she doesn't need to sing along)... she'd probably fit right into your choir.