Of all the tic joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into this one...

Daniel has tics. Not the insects; the nervous mannerisms. He's had them since toddlerhood, and whenever we get rid of one, another pops up. He's had a hand-shaking thing, a mouth-flattening thing, a winking thing, a repeating-the-last-syllable-of-every-other-word thing, an arm-moving thing, hand-shaking again, yadda yadda yadda.

His latest? Burping.

We spend a great deal of our time stamping out tics. But this one is my full-time job right now, not because he's doing it all that much, but because... burping?? Ffs, no. Just, no.

Laudate Dominum

Sometimes I'm reminded of just why it is that I'm almost never without a choir to sing in. Normally it's great and fun and everything, but choir has been part of my life since I was about eleven or so, so it's just... there. Cool thing to do, look forward to rehearsal night and concerts, then go on with the rest of the week.

Today my choir joined with Musica Viva for our first joint rehearsal before we perform as guests at their Mozart's Vespers/Christmas concert next Monday night. Going from around 40-50 voices to 110? Wow. Doing so with some of the most beautiful music written in the last few centuries?

...

No words. It's incredible.