Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Kurt Cobain, born in 1967. He was some idiot who kilt his-self graveyard-daid. I guess he was probably famous for something else, too, but I'm not real sure what it was,
Yesterday along about mid-day MrsPest made the unfortunate discovery that her eyeglasses had come dismantled because a tiny screw had come out and gotten lost. Well, there's various subterfuges you can resort to if you can't find the screw.
It just so happens that Yours Truly World Championship Pack Rat just happens to have saved several pairs of my own old eyeglasses. One of them happened to have an approximately similar screw. Not an exact match, but it did the job.
Now you know I must lead an awful exciting life if the most significant event was sorting through several pairs of old eyeglasses to find the right screw.
That reminds me of the time a whole buncha years ago when I was outdoors doing some sorta assembly job on something or t'nother, and one of the neighbor kids, whose daddy had just taught him how to use a screwdriver, asked me if I had any screwing to do.
I didn't bother to explain to him about the double-entendre nature of his question.
Anyhow, it looks like nothing's gonna happen today, even though it's Wednesday, the longest day of the week, the only day that's nine letters long.
Signs of life