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Today, if it weren't Easter Sunday, we'd be celebrating a feast day in honor of Saint Gregory the Illuminator. He was Patron Saint of Armenia.

But it's Easter Sunday, the day our mythical man-god gets revived. We only bumped him off day before yesterday. I think we oughta leave him dead for at least a coupla weeks.

There was a letter in the Washington Post by some delusional cretin complaining about how he's offended by a recent series of Dilbert funny-strips featuring an office worker named Jesus but pronounced Hay-Soos. I was tempted to write an answer telling him that if he doesn't want folks to make fun of his beliefs than he shouldn't oughta believe such funny stuff.

But then I thought, no, there's no point in arguing with a delusional cretin. It makes you both look like delusional cretins, and the delusional cretin enjoys it.

But anyhow, our choir sings at both chapels this morning. No, not at the same time. All the mystic incantations we could recite at our own belly buttons wouldn't make that possible. St Peters Chapel at 8:30 and Middleham Chapel at 11:15.

The Wondrous Weather Website is predicting possible frost Monday morning, and no further lows below 40 thereafter, so I'll probably turn on my garden watering system on Tuesday.

So far, I've planted turnips, kohlrabi, spinach, radishes, beets, and chard.

Happy Easter!

OrneryPest