On that rehearsal-bound train

At last, I realize that the most efficient way to travel between the office and chez Griffin, is the commuter rail. Here I am, seated in near-sybaritic comfort.

I feel some little excitement at the prospect of reviving the Op.68 The Snow Lay on the Ground, no less than the giddy prospect of finally putting on the complete Op.67.

First things first, though:  it feels fantastic to be preparing The Mystic Trumpeter, at last!