Oh by the way, folks,
Today we make fun of a buncha extreme fringe religion spastics who are scared of croissants. Some of these folks must make a career out of dreaming up totally artificial stuff to get offended by.
I propose that we establish an international holiday devoted to eating croissants.
Yesterday was a very nice day. I strolled down to St Peters Chapel to see if the lawn needed mowing. Well, a bit of grass was perhaps a bit marginally high enough to bother mowing, so I strolled back home and loaded my mowing stuff into Nelson the Nissan and drove back down there.
So when I got there, a buncha church ladies were outside polishing up some of the ceremonial gadgets, a job that rightfully gets done outdoors because of the rather smelly nature of some of the cleaning compounds they've gotta use.
So, rather than get in the way of what they were doing, I went back home and then came back later.
So tomorrow church will be a special treat! Both a newly mowed lawn and newly polished ceremonial gadgets on the same day! Aren't we gonna be the lucky ones!
Unfortunately, Father D is out of town so Father B has gotta do the Iron Priest Triathlon, that is, preach all three services.
And so today looks like it's gonna be a sunny morning followed by a rainy afternoon.
Signs of life