Illness

To followers of this blog, an apology:

I’d hoped to post several pieces here this week now that my son and daughter-in-law have concluded their visit to Ireland. I’ve been working on some of the music from the Dánta Dé hymnal, mostly just getting it transcribed into the Sibelius software, but had planned to take some time each day to enter some thoughts here.

Unfortunately, as the Scottish poet Robert Burns famously observed, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft a-gley.”

In this case, that scourge of travelers, intestinal distress, struck with a vengeance. I haven’t left the cottage in three days and haven’t felt much like writing (or anything else). Doing the musical transcription, which simply entails copying notes and doesn’t take much effort, is about all I’ve been able to get done.

I still hope to get something posted and will do my best to do so.