Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Martin the Confessor.
We also celebrate Jesus joy-riding on a stolen donkey.
Yesterday nothing happened, so I buried some radish seeds. A few of them might grow into radishes but I'm not counting on it.
Today I suppose church will probably be the grandiose processional celebration carrying palm leaves and candles and hymnals all at the same time while trying to do the Grandiose Procession. We still haven't been able to talk the preacher into riding in on a donkey.
Then in the afternoon there'll be a Southern Maryland Secular Humanist meeting, at which I might be able to regain partial sanity.
Signs of life