Sunday, February 7, 2010

February 5, 2010

Stormzilla fizzled a little here at its southern rim. We had an hour of freezing sleet blasted away by gale-like winds, and then hours of miserable, penetrating rain. The electricity flickered just enough to crash computers, so here I am on a battery-driven laptop to ease around the frustration.

Joy in The Beautiful Johanna and associated linguistic exuberance have led me to begin a new play, which I’m calling Voices.

Went briefly to the studio, but it was too cold, and I had thrown too many breakers to get enough light.

Crawford’s hyacinths fill the rooms with fragrance.

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