Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Ray Charles, born in 1930. He was a musician.
Yesterday church was normal. I'm sure God was suitably bored to tears, if he even listened in at all, which I rather doubt.
In fact, in college my religion professor insisted that God was just dreamed up out of thin air anyhow, and back in the eleventh century Saint Anselm proved that God doesn't exist in a proof cleverly embedded in a fumbling attempt to prove God exists.
And so for the rest of the day nothing happened.
Nothing's gonna happen today, as far as I can tell, thus leaving me plenty of time to call the heating system service company to renew my service contract.
Signs of life