Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, born in 1844. He composed lotsa operas.
Yesterday church was the usual crashing bore. Father B preached the sermon in 16 minutes and 57 seconds. Yawn.
And in world news, I see all the magnificent minions of the news media are busily trying to whitewash the unsavory track record of the slimy rascal that just got selected to be the new Pope. Hey, what choice did they have? All the current cardinals are slimy rascals with unsavory track records!
Well anyhow, off I go to the eye doctor to see how much closer I'm coming to needing cataract surgery in the eye that hasn't had it yet. Now that I know how smoothly cataract surgery goes, the prospect no longer inspires the slightest trepidation.
Signs of life