Self-Indulgent Pitiful Hole

In the evening, while I read, I suddenly saw a blue flash across the page. A few seconds later, a terrific crash and rolling thunder. Another few seconds later, the rain started, beating everything in its way.

Quite different weather from yesterday, which I spent outside, in the sun, with family. (Though storms did threaten a bit then, but not entirely seriously.) It was kind of strange to be among the (almost) whole crew again. I didn't say much, but rather sat and watched. I suppose I was quieter than usual. The whole experience seemed to point up how different I am from most of my family. So much emphasis on marriage and kids - two things I don't exactly see myself having. Ever. The way I choose to live just doesn't seem compatible with my kin. Perhaps it's not even comprehensible to them.

( The real reason for writing )

And now it's time to stay up even later with the half of a mystery left. (Why can't the Silmarillion read this quickly?)