Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Pamphilus. We're scheduled to use green altar covers.
Yesterday it rained and snowed a bit. I didn't go anywhere.
During Lent our church's pot luck dinner presentos are gonna be about the book The Last Week by Marcus J. Borg and John Dominic Crossan, so I read the book. I don't recommend it. It's just another stale rehash of the usual doctrinary jibberish.
And so today after we finish our obligatory hour of pretending to hallucinate images of our imaginary three-headed sky-zombie it's gonna stay cold all day but at least the sun will be out.
Signs of life