Oh by the way, folks,
Today we wonder about how to distinguish between saints and criminals. It appears that they both hear voices in their heads. From that moment henceforth it becomes a matter of the luck of the draw whether you become a saint or a criminal. And from the track record of religions who elevate their heroes to sainthood, it appears that you could be both.
Anyhow, yesterday's minor trauma was that our desk lamp finished kissing Old Rose. It's a two-tube fluorescent, with separate starter transformers. One of the transformers has been blown out for several years, and the other one blew out yesterday, filling the room with the delectable aroma of burning trons.
Fortunately, it was a very nice day to open windows and get rid of the smell. Also fortunately, we had a spare desk lamp waiting in the wings.
And then last night's church pot luck dinner was 12 people including both preachers.
The presento afterwards was about why the so-called Gospel of Thomas didn't get into the Bible. My guess is that it was too obviously written by a "barbarian" in Egypt whose native language had no written form but he had recently learned, as a second language, Coptic Egyptian using the Greek alphabet. So including it woulda been just too obvious of a clue as to the non-Jewish origin of Christianity and the non-existence of Jesus as a historical person.
And of course our Bible can't have anything in it that would so clearly identify our whole religion as total hogwash.
Today looks like it's gonna be a great day.
Signs of life