So, on Monday (the fifth) I began the writing of the thing mentioned
here. Changes happened almost without my consent. Theo became the short for Theophile, and no longer did he start off on the road north of Westron. . .no, he was in the brig of a pirate ship, which happened to be the command vessel of Admiral Ro Keyes' fleet. A happy coincidence to start a story about the limits of coincidence.
Later that day, I found that the fifth of March is, among others, the feast of St. Theophilus, which I hadn't been aware of.
Life and Art don't imitate each other-- they direct each other.