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Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Symeon the Holy Martyr.

Yesterday my sister visited, took the stuff I'd brought back from Nebraska for her, and we had a good time in general.

And nothing much else happened.

Today the choir sings at Middleham Chapel. (yawn) Just the usual. Chant mystic incantations. Listen to a few Bible passages out of context. Listen to the preacher obfuscate that which needs no obfuscation because it makes no sense in the first place. Recite a creed that violates all possible principles of logic. Recite the "Prayers Of The People" pretending we're bossing God around. Suck up a bit of ordinary bread baked by one of the church ladies and a bit of ordinary wine that Port O'Call Liquors gives us a good deal on, pretending that it's the Body and Blood of Our Mythical Hero. Chant a coupla final mystic incantations. File out the door, shake hands with the preacher and deliver nice compliments about the wonderful sermon. Have donuts and coffee on the front lawn.

Then on the way home I'll stop by False Value Hardware and see if their garden department has any nice seeds.

Happy Sunday!

OrneryPest