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April 23, 2014


It really was strange, wasn't it? I was surprised to discover just how discombobulating I found it, not being able to access my own blog or the many conversations it has hosted. (Or yours, for that matter.)

I'm grateful for the hard work which I know must have gone into restoring everything. Ethan tells me that this sort of attack is likely to be more common everywhere, in years to come, which makes me frustrated and sad. So I'm trying to focus instead on how lovely it is to have our blogs back!

I was a little worried. Glad you are back!

My first reaction was that your purdah was intentional. Stupid, I know. What next? Suttee? It took some time before I concluded you were the victim of force majeure, probably because I imagine you to be invested with the power to rise above such piffling techie matters.

Given the physical demands on you leading up to Easter I decided to drop out for a while, let you recover. But I wondered whether you might subsequently talk about the personal aftermath of Easter - spiritually and physically. But perhaps a blog isn't the ideal vehicle.

I've always said you have a talent for taking your readers behind the musical stage. In the following post, you have exceeded my expectations. Dossing down in the organ loft - there's devotion for you. Anway, welcome back.

Rachel: yes, it was weird and unsettling, but somehow I just figured it would come back up eventually. Probably the prospect of losing everything was just too scary to contemplate. I do have a back-up (incomplete) at WP, and keep all the photos in separate folders for each year, on my computer, but...yeah.

Thanks, Andrea! I'm glad you noticed and cared! One always worries about disappearing silently, into some sort of internet void.

Well, Robbie, I had to look up "dossing down." We were really just waiting during some readings during the Easter Vigil service, and it's such a long service that we all wanted to sit down whenever we could. No chairs up there! A lot of whispering and bad behavior, but that's par for the course (and half the fun) in any choir when behind-the-scenes! If I can find time, I'll try to put something together about the week -- thanks for asking -- but I have a lot of demands on me at the moment so we'll have to see. That would take some concentration and emotional investment, and I'm not sure I have the energy!

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