I apologize for going away for so long without saying goodbye. I did not realize just how hectic this Christmas season was going to be. There are now three full-fledged musicians in the house, and the rehearsals and concerts have taken a staggering toll on our disposable time. However, the last engagement of the season (Anne's school concert) is tomorrow night, and I think everything should calm down for a bit now.
There hasn't been any story in the past month that's jumped out at me demanding to be blogged, either. Maybe my fatigue has made otherwise outrageous happenings seem bland, I don't know. But I just cannot motivate myself to fall in line behind Bill Donohue and demand a boycott of Target or Wal-Mart or whoever it is that's dissing the Christ Child this week according to the professional umbrage takers. If Mark Dayton's Mau-Mau Political Theater of the Absurd couldn't pry me away from Target, I don't think the Catholic League's going to be able to do it either.
My advice to everyone whose nose is out of joint because Land's End left the word Christmas out of their winter catalog: spend twenty hours a week from Halloween to the 4th Sunday of Advent either practicing medieval carols on a harp, driving a cellist to and from her Handel's Messiah rehearsals, listening to the drum part of Patapan and the cello part of Daughter of Zion playing at the same time, or sitting in a Beltway traffic jam late for a concert, and the fragrance will be off the Christmas Rose E'er Blooming sometime around Christus Rex.