Last night was the darkest of the past 500 years. Of course, living in the Big City, light pollution brightens things a touch; but the fact still stands that it was nearly pitch black, especially with our Guards of Darkness, the buttes, refusing all artificial light.
But no, not this morning. Rick brought his usual flair, and Michele strung lights across the stairs to great fanfare. Kendra went full Santa on us. Then there was the new guy in all black, with no headlamp. He was pretty quiet, and probably isn’t much for all the singing and carrying-on that we do. Ah well, we’ll turn him soon enough.