January 30, 2018

I watch Maud creeping about, restored to full health, and I give thanks for one looming terror averted.

Jon David wants to set “At the Creche,” an odd little poem of mine. We’re going to see if we can get a local commission, maybe All Souls-- maybe Cantaria, to put the commission debacle behind us, working in the open, if the time ever comes.

The day can’t decide between snow and sunshine.