As I review the posts on the blog, apart from the almost-three-measure incipit which dates from earlier (by perhaps a week? I mean, I am the only person who might know, and I'm not particularly sure) this turned out to be essentially a three-day Avocado. Could I begin another tomorrow, and have it finished before I travel back home to Boston? Watch This Space.
One delightful surprise has been a Colorado conductor reaching out for a sound file of I Sang to the Sky and Day Broke. His messages came while I was yet in Massachusetts, but my publisher and I got the file ready since I've come to Atlanta. You never know.
You Never Know II: a church music director in Connecticut permitted me to send him In the shadow of the kindly Star. Could it happen?