Oh by the way, folks,
Today I make fun of myself. Yes, folks, as I was cruising my list of links to stuff I regularly make fun of, I clicked on a link that I hastily read about something called a Sanctified Rectum. It was this page here. I clicked back again and realized, hey, numbnuts, that's Rarified Sanctum!
Oh well, I'm an ancient geezer. Is that a good enough excuse?
Besides, I'm not sure there's much difference between a rarified sanctum and a sanctified rectum anyhow.
Well anyhow, it never quite really rained yesterday and it never quite frosted last night. So I did a buncha stuff nobody cares about.
So then in the evening MrsPest brought me an advance bootleg copy of next Sunday's church bulletin and I noticed something oddly strange about that one hymn we always sing half of before the Grandiose Gospel Reading and the rest afterwards. MrsPest looked at it and said "Oops" and made a quick call to the Chief Bulletin Editor to get it fixed.
I certainly hope nobody's depending on me to proofread the bulletin. I'd be more than happy to just let all sorts of mistakes slide by.
Anyhow, today is another apptment with the Village Medicine Man, as a follow-up to a slight change in my daily medication that he prescribed on my last apptment. At my age I seem to be doing those oftener and oftener.
Eventually I suppose I'll be getting like my father, who, during his last few months of life, did about six half-hour pill-taking sessions a day.
And then in the evening there's gonna be the Grandiose Sidewalk Presento, in which they're supposed to tell us whether they're actually gonna be putting sidewalks into our community.
Signs of life