Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Zita. She's the patron saint of domestic workers and lost keys.
Yesterday the festivities at the Tiki Bar continued merrily apace. I suppose they'll continue today.
And so today after we finish our obligatory hour of hallucinating about our imaginary three-headed sky fairy I'll check out the stain on the shelves I'm building for the church ladies to see if it's ready for the first coat of varnish. It probably is.
Varnishing will take me perhaps an hour and a quarter or thereabouts, then I'll have plenty of time to laugh at the drunken idiots staggering home from the Freaky Bar.
Signs of life