Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint John Francis Regis. The biographical stuff about him says he was quite the gloomy dude. He's the patron saint of lacemakers. I'm not sure if there's anything gloomy about making lace, but hey, nothing about our religion makes any sense anyhow.
Yesterday's gay wedding happened. A few minor glitches, but nothing connected with gayness.
One family of attendees got there late because they got stopped for speeding in our infamous Radar Speedway (Rt 2-by-4 southbound the last coupla miles before you get to the Concrete Rainbow).
And then the person who edited the ritual to make it suitable for same-sex couples (the wedding ritual in our Book Of Common Prayer is explicitly composed for one man and one woman) kept noticing lotsa typos she had missed.
And so today, after we do our obligatory hour of kowtowing to a grandiose figment of our collective imagination, the Wondrous Weather Website is promising an awful hot day.
Signs of life