Well, what with the visit from Anoreth and Piper, Tom’s essays, and the Quinceanera, I didn’t get the dusting finished, and the Advent Kitteh got her little white feet dirty. There’s always next year.
The Quinceanera was a heck of a bash. We’ve played for maybe a dozen of the church presentations, but never went to one of the parties. This one, after four hours, was getting ready to really heat up ... but we had to come home and put the little children to bed.
Besides that, it was so LOUD. Other people seemed to be conversing normally, but I couldn’t figure out how. No wonder we’re always having to tell our alternate musician to adjust his amplification: most of the congregation must have hearing loss in the bass ranges!
Makes sense. Good morning! Too dark to assess yet! Mr. Sg is having cornbread dressing for breakfast (he says his hiccups indicated that it has fermented—yahoo—stuffing with a buzz!).
And the dot came back, the very next day...
Be careful kittahs. Red dots sometimes have triggers attached to barrels with magazines. Sometimes is better to leave the red dot alone or carry a bright light.