Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Timothy. He was supposedly one of Saint Paul's compadrionies. It seems quite likely that most of what we know about him is probably mythical.
Yesterday nothing happened here except that the TV news station was crackling with reports of a dual-murder-and-suicide at a shopping mall about 65 or 70 miles to our north. I suppose it probably made the national news, so everybody else in the country knows as much as I do.
Today we'll do our obligatory hour of pretending to hallucinate about our three-headed sky-zombie, and then in the afternoon there'll be a presento about pretending to be ever so concerned about the plight of military veterans without ever doing anything about what this supposed plight might be.
Signs of life