As for a while I had meant to, this morning I reached out to the dedicatee of ... illa existimans quia hortulanus esset ...., Op.121, to ask if there is any musical quarrel, any objection which I may seek to make right. There might be: you never know.
Thought I had done this already, but I do not find any email in my Sent folder to confirm so . . . so I've also written to Rodney Dorsey to ask if a piece for 17 winds and harp may be of interest.
Wondering this morning, too, if Misapprehension may work for a choir of flutes. Or . . . double-reeds? Oh, madness that way lies . . . .