Somehow I managed to spend three hours in the car yesterday morning and end up exactly where I had started, a complicated and rather unhappy story that gains nothing in the retelling, but the result was that my plans for work were scattered to the four winds. By the time the debris had settled it was already mid-afternoon, but I still found time to listen through the Dunstan cantata once more in order to give it another checking, uncovering a few more dropped accidentals and missed slurs.
I am also adding in a few details of orchestration here and there as I go through, things that suggest themselves to me as I listen to the piece. It is a sure sign when I hear something on more than one pass that is not there in the score but which my brain is adding, so I am not hesitating to continue refining the orchestration.
I had wanted to continue with another piece yesterday but I simply ran out of time, so that task will need to wait until tomorrow when I also intend to do my final couple of passes of the cantata. After that point what is wrong will likely be too insignificant to notice but also easily fixable, and I want to get on with the layout of the score and parts as soon as possible.
Thankfully the next few days should be much calmer and should give me ample opportunity to get ahead with work as well as catching up on some other things. The luxury of a full day at my desk earlier in the week has given me some idea of what can be achieved if this were to happen on a more regular basis.
To be fair, yesterday morning’s chaos was most likely a one-off, an unnecessary one-off but a one-off all the same. In these matters I prefer to learn from the experience and then move on, to control what I can control and try as much as possible to let the other things wash over me.