Lightning

Dear Diary,

My new show went well. I played the best I could and sang my heart out. As a result I was well treated. I may end up playing that place again. In any case I rose to the occasion, played all requests I was asked for, and am booked to play a party or two in the summer.

All is well. I dived back into learning Latin and am gradually working my way through the exercises. I’d hoped to get this chapter out of the way today, but I still have some outstanding in order to work through.

Tomorrow is another gig, the usual, as always it’s uncertain if I’ll play alone or not. In any case, it’s work, and I’m grateful for the opportunity.

A friend is coming down tomorrow. He wants to go to the beach for the storm. This idea is sheer stupidity. I have been blown from my bicycle (nearly into the sea) in winds on the peninsula of Normandie. It is also foolish in the extreme to run around waving your arms in the air during a storm (which he does). The E.M. field we emit is increased considerably when one runs, therefore one is far more likely to be struck. I learned this fact living in the mountains of Le Massif Centrale, where lightning strikes much more often than here.