Changes, changes

Some inner astrolabe of mine has just looped around and everything is shifting. No more 12th-century polyphony: Léonin & Pérotin have fallen silent after filling my summer with austere and archaic inspiration, and what's sounding now is Stravinsky, for pleasure, and Paraguayan Harps, for work. Yep. Work....one of the spheres in the aforementioned astrolabe is zapping me with reminders of all I have to get done before the new season starts. Luckily, my work is amazingly cool, just as cool as my hobby, so it's not too painful. What I'll do, is this:(this is a quote from Horatio Caine as you all know)open a Work Blog. But not today.