Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of John Juvenal Ancina, born in 1545. He was a clergyman of several talents, including composing a few bits of music nobody ever performs any more.
Yesterday nothing happened, thus enabling me to do a buncha sanding on the queen-size bed I'm building. There's lots more to do, so I'll continue the job today. And tomorrow. And probably on into the next day.
Sanding is one of the more boring parts of woodwork. But ya gotta do it.
Signs of life