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Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Patrick of Ireland. Originally the Patron Saint of Ireland, he has become the de facto patron saint of drunken revelry and wearing something green.

Only I'm not gonna do any drunken revelry today. I've got an eye doctor apptment tomorrow, and booze disrupts your eye tissue structure, and this might lead to a potential mis-diagnosis of anything that might be wrong.

Yesterday's Washington Area Secular Humanist presento was okay but not as good as some we've had. The presenter sorta mumbled and didn't have very many new and exciting ideas to present.

One of my odd practices is to keep a few special wallets, or in some cases paper envelopes, fulla money lying round and about, to be used for certain dedicated purposes. So when such a purpose crops up, just grab the appropriate wallet in addition to my main wallet.

But a second whole wallet gets a bit bulky, and a paper envelope fulla money doesn't fold as well as might be supposed. So I found these itty bitty wallets that'll just barely hold a few bills, so I bought a few. Not exactly adequate as a real wallet, but for limited purposes they do just fine.

Well, so much for my Spam Commercial Plug Of The Day. Disclaimer: I don't get a cut from the company, so I don't care whether you buy one.

Well anyhow, now it's off to our obligatory hour of indulging our egotistical fantasy that we can boss God around by reciting mystic incantations at our own belly buttons.

Happy Sunday!

OrneryPest