Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of The Forty Martyrs of Sebaste. There's some possibility this martyrdom may be fictional, but if it was historical it was merely one of the many squabbles that took place between the collapse of the Roman Empire in 305 AD and its partial reunification in 324 AD under Tin Pot Tyrant (fatuously styled "Emperor") Constantine.
Yesterday nothing happened, thus giving me a chance to do a whole buncha yard work.
We're also beginning the process of hauling antiques and junque to be sold at our church's Grandiose May Fest Antiques And Junque Sale. The first load was yesterday. By some inscrutable miracle, the stuff exactly filled Nelson the Nissan to full visible capacity. One more trinket, wine glass, or string of junk beads wouldn't of fit.
And so today we do our obligatory hour of trying to boss God around by reciting mystic incantations at our own belly buttons. (Credit for this phrase goes to Dr. Wilson W. Wade, my religion professor at Doane College.)
Then it looks like it's gonna be a great afternoon. I'll hafta check around and see if there's any clocks I missed during last night's clock-setting mystic ritual.
Happy Clock Setting!
Signs of life