It was a hopey day. I remain politically suspicious and angry, but something of Inauguration Day got to me.
And it's MLK Day. Transgenerational hope.
And it's the coldest day of the year so far, but days are getting longer. And there was powdery snow.
And it was the first day of the new chorus season, with the sightsinging, or "reading it down," as Dan calls it. New members next week. A forward-looking time.
And I reconnected with someone who has been very important to me.
The Inauguration poem didn't suck. That's not a thing of hope, but it's a happy surprise, so I'll throw it in.
Up too late. Don't care, now. Sleep soon.
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