Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Apollonia. She's the patron saint of toothaches.
Yesterday was a special two-hour choir rehearsal session. As usual, most of the stuff we sang was outside of my vocal range.
And so today as I pretend to hallucinate about our three-headed sky-zombie I'll also pretend to sing.
I'd quit the choir, except that there are about a dozen elderly church ladies who pretend to be in lust with me and they'd have convulsive seizures if I weren't there pretending to sing. I wouldn't want to feel responsible for their premature deaths.
And then this afternoon there'll be a meeting of the Southern Maryland Secular Humanists, so that'll give me a chance to return to sanity.
Signs of life