Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Gregory of Nyssa.
We also celebrate the First Sunday in Lent, so we're scheduled to use purple altar covers. Or perhaps no altar covers at all, which is done in some Christian traditions.
Yesterday evening was the Annual Clock Screwing Up Ritual. Whoever invented Daylight Savings Time oughta be doomed to hell where his punishment will be to spend eternity resetting untold billions of clocks according to some arcane pattern understood only by the Devil.
Yesterday on the Southern Maryland Breaking News there appeared an event that I thought only happened in cartoons. Some dude in Prince Frederick was in a tree sawing off branches, and he sawed off the branch he was sitting on. He was killed in the fall.
I suppose it's evil to rejoice in somebody else's misfortune, but this here feller merits a Darwin Award.
Anyhow, today there's one more clock to set this morning, the one in the workshop. I'll set it when I take the breakfast scraps out to the composter and stop into the workshop to swap batteries on Sir Isaac the Neuton's (the battery powered lawnmower) charger, as I do every morning.
And then of course we'll spend the obligatory hour pretending to hallucinate images of our imaginary three-headed sky-zombie.
Signs of life