The day is chilly and rainy. Gray and ugly.
Overnight, another 18-year-old was killed by a suburban police officer in Saint Louis County.
I am spending the morning doing laundry, listening to the Service of Nine Lessons & Carols from King’s College Cambridge, blogging (of course), and then making a dash to Costco to collect the ham for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner.
The fireplace is filled with flickering flames. My Christmas tree is alight. A lone candle burns in the front window.
And I’m texting with friends around the world.
So apparently, my dear friend Ken Rodgers and his lovely sidekick Ryan Hebert are taking Christmas break in Amsterdam, and have made their way over to London and thence up to Cambridge, and are now actually inside the King’s College chapel for the Lessons & Carols service. For choral musicians, at this time of year, this is Mecca.
I’m going to take the high road and contain my jealousy, thinking as a salve of my own attendance at the the Three Choirs Festival last year, including of course the Wednesday live broadcast of Evensong and the incredible splendour of the opening service and the singing of “God Save the Queen” and all those wonderful hymns. And the Gerontius. And of the visit on the same trip to Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament.
I’m OK. Truly.
But, oh, those pictures from inside the chapel. I’m green with envy.
This afternoon = kitchen time, and finish the annual Christmas letter.
Lessons & Carols are at 4 p.m. at Christ Church Cathedral.
D will join me for the Midnight Mass at Christ Church.