Good morning, all! The weather has finally dropped asnd it's beginning to look like Christmas. Much as I am enjoying the cold weather, I wish to go out into it not in the least. That said, I must needs make a trek to Toyland this morning and check on the office. That's my only errand of the day.
When I return, I will continue playing with unlauts and other diacritical marks, and ponder my notes on 102 songs written by Victor Herbert between 1888 and 1924. Life is too tnrilling.