This is the post where I would be lamenting the fact that I'm not in Winston-Salem preparing to go out on rounds playing my trumpet before the Easter Sunrise Service. It would have been my fifth year doing it. However, my recent sickness has reduced my lung capacity to the point where it would be laughable for me to try to force air through a trumpet for a single song, much less the dozens of songs I'd be playing if I were there.

I'm too tired to to expand on it right now, so maybe I'll update more tomorrow.

I'm really sad that I can't be with my wife and her family again this Easter night.

The house is silent. I'm going to sleep.