Whirled along

Caught up a bit on climbing fitness this week, then off to our band retreat; Friday was a lovely day, until it came time for us to do some marching instruction. The wind must have been small craft warning strength, and blowing across the large areas of water it chilled us to the finger bones. We worked pretty hard all weekend, and feted ourselves with a costume optional dancing and singing party. One bandmate in particular riffed repeatedly on his hopes to be Raptured, but owing to his sinful history, he remained with us. We had a great time getting better acquainted with people we hardly get to talk to during concert band season, since rehearsals are so intense and people are maxed out in their lives. Life's a parade.