Some Tidying

 Paradisal fungi: Les champignons-Élysées

Pirates of the Carbonara

He may not be the sharpest ginger in the stir-fry.

Annie’s anise?

The story Harlan Ellison never wrote: “I have no mouth and look! There’s ice cream!”

— Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

I'd always suspected that there was a God, even when I thought I was an atheist. Just in case. I believe it, so I am full of compassion, but you can still dislike things. I just hate things less strenuously than I did. I haven't got as big a chip about it because maybe I've escaped it a bit. I think all our society is run by insane people for insane objectives.

— Jn Lennon

A footnote to Jazz for Nostalgic Squirrels: One discovery we made when we revived the piece in 2023 ... through mis-handling the mouse, I gave Peter an erroneous cue in his alto flute part. And in case you were wondering, yes, an erroneous cue (in this case, a measure off) is indeed worse than no cue at all. And I failed to remember this when exporting the Alto Flute part from the newly expanded score. So, yesterday afternoon I cleared out the stale cues and inserted fresh cues. Even though we shall be missing Todd I am eagerly looking forward to today’s rehearsal.