October 13, 2024

In the dim of my little basement retreat in Atlanta. Shuttling between sites is possible but wearing thin, until I compare it with the lot of those who have nowhere to go at all. Alpharetta hosted a street festival last night, which we attended. Lots of music, convivial and diverting. Listening to WCLV, streaming from my ancient haunts. Baroque Bieber going Gl-o-r-ia over the airwaves.

I wonder if my discomfort here is mainly having nowhere to balance the keyboard as I type. The room is cold. Can mendicants mention that the room is cold?

Monteverdi “Magnificat.”