Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint William Porcher Dubose. The write-up on him doesn't actually say he's been saintified, but hey, we'll give him credit for sainthood anyhow. He's being honored for writing lotsa meaningless hogwash.
Yesterday nothing happened, thus enabling me to do a whole buncha stuff nobody but me could possibly care about.
Today it's raining, and the Wondrous Weather Website is predicting continuing pouring down rain all day.
And today, for our obligatory hour of mystic incantations, it's my turn do do the Canonically Appointed Bible Reading. It's from Isaiah, the most concentrated assemblage of gobbledygook I've ever seen all in one place. But no unpronounceable names. That's disappointing.
Oh well, if the congregation thinks it makes God happy it must be the thing to do. Actually I suspect God is probably bored to tears by his people who can't ever think of anything different to do on Sunday morning.
Happy Boring God To Tears!
Signs of life