Rain in DC.
Rain in Brooklyn.
A solid Bat Mitzvah performance in the morning.
Lunch and a nap.
Russian doctor marries a Cajun doctor in Manhattan Beach in the evening.
More rain, a sign of blessing and goodness.
Fall asleep reading Arthur Marx's "Life with Groucho."
Rain falls; lightning flashes; thunder shakes the ground. Heroes and sons of heroes go to their grave. I drift off thinking about that.