Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Hans Sachs, born in 1494. He was a singer, poet, and playwright, but in spite of his magnificent array of artistic talents he still had to make a living as a shoemaker.
And while we're at it let's make fun of Richard Dawkins. If you remember, a few years ago he jerked Rebecca Watson's chain when she complained that some creepy dude tried to put the make on her in an elevator, teasing her about making a big thing about such a trivial issue when so many women in other parts of the world have much more serious problems.
So, just a few days ago he complained that an airline security officer had confiscated a small jar of honey from his carry-on luggage. So now all of Rebecca Watson's friends are jumping on his case for griping about such a trivial issue.
Now it seems to me that if he hadn't made fun of Rebecca Watson in the first place and then compounded his difficulties with further insensitive remarks, nobody would disagree with him about how airline security is a wasteful and ineffective farce. But in his case, turnabout's fair play!
Well anyhow, everything went nicely yesterday. The new bed is assembled and ready to be brought in as soon as my moving team gets here, probably some weekend or t'nother. We'll be mattress-shopping within a few days.
And so today looks like it's gonna be a great day.
Signs of life