The full moon and song

I might as well resume, any point is good. So this is the night of the full moon, or what passes for one. And fatigue, with a minor resurrection in song---attending the rehearsal of my Spanish choir Matices, directed by the almost indefatigable Julian Villaraga, who guides with charm, humor and intelligence. Almost missed it, as body and spirit were flagging in the late afternoon. But now I'm in the soprano section, wavering mezzo that I am, and have to make that little extra effort, that extra lifting....