Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Aelred of Rievaulx. It looks like we're scheduled to use white altar covers.
Last night's church annual chili fellowship went great. Lotsa people and lotsa kinds of chili. We started a new tradition this year. Everybody has gotta name their chili. I named mine El Scorcho Supremo. I think it turned out to be the hottest chili there, but by only a small margin.
And now, folks, I don't seem to understand this scandal that's happening over there in New Jerkoff where the governor and the mayor of some city are supposedly having some sorta crybaby tantrum-throwing contest and somebody on the governor's staff ordered the highway deptment to do something or t'nother to clog up traffic on some bridge even worse than it was clogged up before.
The fantasy stories the news media have come up with make about as much sense to me as this riddle: Q: If I have 5 apples and you have 17 inches of democracy, what color was Rasputin's hat? A: Charles Manson, because aliens don't barbecue the polka.
Well anyhow, now it's off to our obligatory hour of participating in a religion that makes about the same sense as that same riddle.
Signs of life