February 20, 2019

Huge rain, thunder behind it roaring from the south. The streets were already dark pools. Bought a new computer, as this one develops a new quirk each day, and I’m afraid of losing my work.

Good rehearsal, except my voice was over before it was. Repaired to our weekly rendezvous at the Wayside, where people praised my acting. I didn’t know that anybody had noticed. Leaving All Souls, I was walking to my car when the greatest thunderclap in my memory broke, it seemed, directly over my head. The great blue light was followed by silence, then I was struck nearly to the wet pavement by the force of thunder. It was afraid. I was exultant. With God is terrible majesty.