Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of John Dryden, born in 1631. He was a poet and playwright.
He lived in England during a time of enormous religious upheaval which in turn caused enormous political upheaval. Somehow or t'nother he managed to keep abreast of the changing times and pretend that he believed in whoever's imaginary sky fairy happened to be in vogue.
Yesterday nothing happened so I got a whole buncha yard work done, including thinning down a huge thicket of spruce saplings, selectively leaving the one that'll eventually grow (I hope) to replace the dead one that just got chopped out.
Today it's gonna rain a whole bunch, but the Wondrous Weather Website is promising me about three hours of dry weather. Promises, promises.
Signs of life