No actual writing yet today. Read through Nicodemus some three times, and also through the present state of just what everyone was expecting once. [14.ix.2012]There was a time when just what everyone was expecting was still being written? In a state when even the composer was expecting something?
Got together with an old friend to catch up over a nice dinner last night (the Great British Beer Company, in fact). How pleasant for the composer, in bringing his friend up to date on musical activity over the last twelve months, to list (and tell the background stories of) the First Symphony, the Clarinet Sonata, and the revivification of the White Nights.