Oh by the way, folks,
Today we woulda otherwise celebrated a feast day in honor of Saint Theodore the Trichinas, except that today is Zombie Jesus Day, which sorta bumps everything else out of the way. No big loss, though. His title Trichinas even sounds like some kinda worm that gets into spoiled pork.
Yesterday was nice and quiet. One plot of beets planted into Gordon the Garden, some free giveaway firewood chopped up, and nothing traumatic.
Today's celebration of Zombie Jesus Day is gonna be a fever-pitch panic with the choir singing at both chapels with a mystic celebratory breakfast in between, just the right recipe for creating a high-stress stomach-ache for the rest of the day.
So I suppose I won't be in any condition to take any advantage of an otherwise very nice day.
Happy Zombie Jesus Day!
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