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Today we celebrate the birthday of Lead Belly, born in 1888. He was a folk-and-blues singer.

Yesterday church was the normal crashing bore. The preacher's sermon was 8 minutes and 32 seconds. I don't recall that he actually said anything.

You see, in our church we've got so many useless mystic incantations to get through in our obligatory hour that there isn't much time available for the preacher to get through any significant length sermon.

Secondly, following the sermon, instead of having a more rational Q&A period during which the congregation and the preacher could indulge in meaningful dialogue, we launch into a droning recital of a primitive stone-age tribal war-chant officially known as the Nicene Creed, which renders us all brain-dead, so it doesn't matter whether or not the preacher actually said anything.

Well anyhow, today looks like it's gonna be a great day to get ready for tomorrow when the Wondrous Weather Website is predicting a bit of snow.

Happy Monday!

OrneryPest