Write up two Music and the Enlightenment quizzes in the middle of the night -- perhaps not a stellar idea, particularly when alarm will not sound, printer cartridge needs changing, but somehow make it to St. Mary's anyway, the bright sun blinding amongst the palms.
More Do Re Mi in Theory and reality, record King David: XVI. Before the Arc in the lab, and begin the orchestration of XVII. Song of Appraisal upon return through the stark Poverty Hills.
Oh yes, and a flat tire beyond the North Lagoon Mountains, just a few blocks from home, so limp in and call AAA, writing above while waiting in the comfort of home, rather than some lonely outpost, on this prankster/trickster date.
