Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Peter Chanel. He's the patron saint of Oceania. He devoted his life to spewing his religion's idiotic hogwash amongst the nice innocent Pacific Islanders.
Yesterday nothing happened, thus enabling me to plant a plot of yellow summer squash in Gordon the Garden.
It looks like the poppies are about to bloom, signaling the time to plant hot-season stuff like cucumbers and butternut squash and string beans.
But probably not this week. I've got an awful lotta stuff that's somehow gotten scheduled for me. A grandiose reception of some sort or t'nother this afternoon, I forget just what tomorrow, a cathedral tour on Tuesday, gotta help a friend move on Wednesday ... Hey! Thursday nothing's happening! Oops! Spoke too soon. Something semi-illegible is written here on the calendar for Thursday. And something more on Friday. And some sorta party on Saturday. And an after-church choir celebration next Sunday.
Somehow retirement has gotten me lots busier than I was before I retired.
Signs of life