Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Martin Agricola, born in 1486. He was a music composer.
Yesterday church included a baptism of a little girl perhaps a year and a half old, just old enough to realize that Father B was an evil one who was dooming her to spend her entire life being expected to hallucinate images of a three-headed sky-zombie. She did not enjoy the experience at all, not even when Father B gave her a little teddy-bear and told her its name was Episco-Bear.
And then in the afternoon the Southern Maryland Secular Humanist group met, and we watched a coupla videos, including one of a buncha extreme fringe religion spastics who thought themselves to be nice and moderate but supported such fringy practices as stoning gay people to death and making women wear burquas and sit in a separate section of the concert hall.
Hey, folks, I don't respect religions until they earn respect. And that one certainly hasn't.
Of course, my own religion hasn't earned much respect either, so I really don't expect you to respect it.
And so today it looks like the temperature is gonna seriously plunge into the lower teens by evening. Of course, that's still sorta warm for you-all Dear Readers in Wisconsin and Iowa and such places, but here in southern Maryland it doesn't happen very often.
Signs of life