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.