Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of William Thornton, born in 1759. He was the architect who designed the U.S. Capitol building.
Yesterday morning I observed a truck bearing the emblem of the contractor that does excavating for the electric company roll up to about a block north of my place. Two guys got out, set up an array of orange cones, spent about 20 minutes digging a hole and filling it back in, picked up their orange cones, and then drove back off.
I don't know what they were doing. I'm not sure if they were "starting work" on the promised underground electric service.
So anyhow, my apptment with the Village Medicine Man was a waste. After the usual poking and prodding, he didn't find anything wrong.
But anyhow, one of the fellow patients in the waiting room as we waited was one of our family lady-friends, the one who's always trying to match-make our son with one or t'nother of her granddaughters or grand-nieces. So yakking with her was sorta amusing.
And then nothing else happened.
And I suppose nothing's gonna happen today.
Happy Nothing Happening!
Signs of life