Oh by the way, folks,
Today we wish a fond Happy Birthday to Iggy Pop, born in 1947. He's some dude who pretends to sing.
Yesterday church was just a bit too much. The choir sang at both chapels. I'm still trying to recover my sanity. (If you can claim I ever had any sanity, that is.)
I'm hoping today will be okay. I wanna plant a coupla more things in Gordon the Garden.
Signs of life