Well, I've been out to the market and back: little traffic, a lot of smiling faces, a very quiet Sunday morning for New York by any standards, and it's so beautiful: Holy Trinity across the street from me is a blaze of gold mosaic covered in white, the trees are outlined by snow and all the sidewalks have about a 1-2 feet-wide path stretching between Amsterdam and Broadway.
And now, to work; I'll finish Noah Racey's piece, then take up a discussion of the Toyland libretti.