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Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of King Louis IX of France, who was elevated to sainthood for wearing scratchy underwear. He probably also did a few worthwhile things during his reign, but that's irrelevant.

This weekend is a flurry of activity round and about OrneryMansion. Our son is (maybe) buying his own house and plans to take at least a small fraction of our vast excess of superfluous furniture. He's been sorting through the stuff we'll let him take, and, with any luck at all, he may actually take about 10% of it, which is enough to fill up any normal house.

I say "maybe" buying because a snag has turned up. A strange anomaly in the past coupla months' water bills suggests that there may be a major water leak in some murky hidden depth. Settlement ain't gonna happen until the water leak gets fixed at the seller's expense.

And if the seller refuses to get it fixed, no sale, and the buyer is just gonna hafta make an offer on somebody else's house, and our excess furniture will just take that much longer to be gotten rid of.

Anyhow, we'll now take a brief break in our furniture-sorting quest for our obligatory hour of indulging our egotistical delusion that we can boss God around by reciting mystic incantations at our own belly buttons.

Happy Furniture Sorting!

OrneryPest