Thank you for letting me know.

Although I didn't go to bed until 3 a.m. - I slept until noon - I feel that my
mind is functioning better than yesterday. You received my draft correspondence
for Nathaniel to Dr. Petr Souka, the curator of the Lobkowics Music Archives
in Prague, whose contents were catalogued over a period of 4 years by
Kathryn Libin, a music professor at Vassar, but are currently being secreted
by a cadre of incompetent librarians, who denied Nathaniel access to the
music he wishes to perform with his Dante Alighieri Chorus. One of the
surviving heirs of the Lobkowicz dynasty, a William Lobkowicz was a Boston
real estate broker who moved to the Czech Republic when he came into his
inheritance and is now desperately trying to raise cash to pay all the
property taxes on his numerous castles. His librarians are defending at
least the musical libraries as if under siege by eager musicians, and I 
hatched a proposal to Nathaniel that he might spearhead a program to convert
their ageing manuscripts into playable sheet music. I don't know if this
will even get off the ground, but if it did, your involvement, particularly
in the context of your computing expertise, might be indispensable to
Nathaniel's success. I encourage you to get involved, especially since
as of this evening, I'm almost unable to hoist myself from the armchair
in which I sit.

I've also made some progress with my novels. Where in volume 9, artificial
intelligence (AI) solved the conundrums of democracy by supervising,
editing, and emending the electoral process; in volume 10, the 
government officals, partially freed of administrative burdens,
demand of AI answers to the classical questions of idealization
and deidealization, of past, present and future time, of knowledge,
reality and the divine, and of crime, punishment, freedom of the
will and justice. I hope I live long enough to find out AI's answers.

I hope you sleep well.