Hallelujah! I have seen the new Jerusalem.

No, it didn't descend out of a cloud from heaven; it emerged from a fog bank off the Rhode Island coast.

What weird weather: bright and sunny all the way from home to the ferry, and then as soon as we left Point Judith, we were enveloped in pea soup fog. There was fog on the island too, although some of it burned off by three o'clock, when I caught the boat back to "America", as the islanders say. Most of Block Island Sound was still fog-bound, and the first hint I got that we were near the coast was the breakwater suddenly appearing out of the fog to port. And then I beheld the new Jerusalem coming out of the cloud! Hallelujah! Many of the windows were still boarded up from the winter, though; I don't know what Revelation would have to say about that.

The Beast wasn't there; I had to take him home yesterday morning.

Very tired; must to bed.