Oh by the way, folks,
Today I'm too lazy to go looking for stuff to make fun of nor stuff to celebrate. So just make fun of whatever you want to and celebrate whatever you like.
Yesterday the church bought three small adjustable-height tables for the parish hall, and nobody could figure out how to adjust the height, so what did they do? They called me, of course! So I went up and adjusted the height for them.
Reading the instructions is, of course, canonically invalid, so they wouldn't dare do such a thing.
Fish Breath is still alive, and still just barely able to stroll back and forth between his food dish and his hidey-hole, about five feet apart.
We're hoping to get Priscilla the Prius back from the repair shop today.
And today it looks like nothing's gonna happen.
Signs of life