That flaming ball of gas, that golden chariot, that great ball of dung rolled across the sky by a beetle

     I have been working on a post for the last forty-five minutes and am having no end of formatting difficulties, which has definitely let the air out of the inspiration balloon.

     However, I started learning a new piece of recording software today, so that is something. I even played my viola a little to day--very badly, true, but it turns out to be much easier on my fingers than guitar, so music is a possibility after all! A Christmas miracle!

                                                            Shortest day is past
                                                            From the depth of winter, joy:
                                                            Hail, Sol Invictus