And then - *bingle* - a call from mattp! somewhat mangled at the end due to arrival, plastered, of his housemate, but what the hey, it was lovely to talk with him!
Now I'm going to take a long hot bath with Lush Chai showerjuice (cinnamon leaf and allspice - yes, the spicy pink goopy stuff, queerasjohn :>) and then keel over in bed with the seven novels I picked up at the library this morning. The eighth book I shan't be taking to bed, believe me; it's Musica Britannica XV - Music of Scotland 1500-1700, and mighty hefty. I'm thinking of sequencing Robert Carver's 19-voice setting of O bone Jesu from the Scone Antiphonary.
A big hug and smooch to any of you Renaissance musoes out there who've heard of Carver before this. I may, if anyone asks nicely, also sequence his L'homme armé Mass.
And now the Sun had stretch'd out all the hills,
And now was dropt into the Western bay;
At last he rose, and twitch'd his Mantle blew:
To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
 For the readers of the Britpicking Guide (*looks sternly at any reparobates who are still using "gotten", and so on*), this is the Scone that isn't pronounced to rhyme either with "gone" or "bone", but rather with "moon".