Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Sigmund Freud, born in 1856. He virtually invented the art of psychoanalysis, causing lotsa stuffy prudes to become emotionally disturbed at stuff he discovered.
He wasn't right about everything, of course. In fact, he was probably wrong about most things. But hey, every pioneer into a new field makes lotsa mistakes!
And speaking of people who never make mistakes, there's whole cemeteries full of them.
Yesterday nothing happened. I spent most of the day mostly in bed nursing this whatever I've got. And I'm afraid today is gonna be a repeat of yesterday.
Signs of life