Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Fred Waring, born in 1900. He was a popular musician. He also provided financial backing to the inventor of the blender, which sounds appropriate because some of his music sounds like it musta come out of a blender.
Yesterday church was the usual crashing bore. Father D preached the sermon in 12 minutes and 50 seconds, using normal English instead of "tongues" even though it was Pentecost. Several folks wore red clothes but nobody rolled in the aisle nor brought in any rattlesnakes. Buncha lame wimpy Christians we are!
And so today I'll scrape some more paint until it starts raining.
Signs of life