Oh by the way, folks,
Today we make fun of a gaggle of delusional cretins going ga-ga over a vial of blood that got saved out of Pope John Paul II when he died.
Yesterday nothing happened. I skipped church and nobody cared. Good for them!
I think my whatever I've got is starting to get a bit better. I'll be up and around doing a few things.
Today's quest is gonna be to take a load of trash to the dump, then to stand by and see if the auto body shop calls to say Priscilla the Prius is fixed, and maybe to mow some more grass.
The term "grass" is, of course, defined as anything that's green growing where I mow, regardless of what plant family it's a member of.
Signs of life