Pause (draft)

That’s the word of this afternoon. Maybe it’s “rest”. Not a fermata—I’m hoping it’s a quarter rest. An eighth? May I please have only a small portion, perhaps a sixteenth?

Okay back to work on this Sabbath. I gotta help someone when I’ve finished mine. Now that I think about it . . . I will take a complete life of one-seventh rests.

Also I should have mentioned the delight of the music. For days it’s been so. But today is fun. I’m liking it a lot.