Oh by the way, folks,
Today we've got a double dose of stuff to make fun of. A woman who squirted holy water on somebody burning incense, and the person burning the incense. Somehow the case wound up in court. I hope they both get sentenced to a lifetime of mockery.
Yesterday church was the usual crashing bore. Father B preached the sermon in 19 minutes an 27 seconds. Our choir song was another one of those numbers where the bass part was mostly above my vocal range.
Fortunately, I'm cursed with not only an unusually low-pitched voice, but rather weak volume, so my fading out when the song goes too high doesn't really make much difference. I could drop out of the choir entirely, to nobody's loss.
And so today I suppose I'll probably plant something or t'nother in Gordon the Garden. Maybe lettuce.
Signs of life