Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Archangel Michael and All Angels. They are, of course, all purely mythical, but hey, we'll take any excuse for a celebration!
Yesterday our son managed to get the main bulk of his move done. Our rental Storage Wars unit has nothing left except a bed frame and a mattress.
The bed frame is something we can donate to charity but I have no idea what we'll do with the mattress. I think it might be illegal to sell or donate a used mattress, especially this one because its former owner had the sort of personal hygiene habits that once earned her the nickname Madame Stinkapoop. We'll just hafta trash the thing.
And so today is the day we spend our obligatory hour hallucinating mythical critters, and then in the afternoon is gonna be our church's Annual Picnic. The Wondrous Weather Website is predicting a great day for the occasion.
Signs of life