... I am not idle. Sure, when I opened my three-ring binder on the train, I found I had left my pen at home; so, I sent notes for the closing passages of Discreet Erasures to myself via email. At lunchtime, equipped with a fresh pen and my email notes, I made some sketches. Since I shall soon be on my way to choir, that may be the extent of today's work ... but that, and the cogitation, will count for a great deal when I set to it tomorrow.
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