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Today we celebrate the birthday of Agostino Agazzari, born in 1578. He was a music professor, organist, choirmaster, and composer.

Yesterday church was the usual crashing bore. Father D preached the sermon in 8 minutes and 4 seconds. As usual, I forgot whether he actually said anything, because in our denomination the sermon is followed by the Nicene Creed recited at a cadence remarkably reminiscent of a primitive stone-age tribal war chant, thus rendering the congregation brain-dead and incapable of thinking about the sermon in order to determine whether the preacher actually said anything.

I'm sure God musta been bored to tears, as usual.

And so today it looks like nothing's gonna happen except for maybe it might warm up a bit.

Happy Monday!

OrneryPest