Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Thomas More. He was executed in 1535 for taking the wrong side in a petty squabble between some fat slob with bad breath in England and some mentally incompetent spaghetti-twirler in Rome. He's the patron saint of lawyers.
Yesterday in response to a request by some church ladies, I hastily cobbled up a plastic template for them to cut out some cardboard mats so they wouldn't hafta spend 32 cents apiece buying mass-produced ones. I think they're gonna soon decide that cutting out their own is a pain and they'll resort to buying the mass-produced ones anyhow.
And then it sorta half-way rained most of the day.
Today it looks like it's gonna stop raining. I'll stroll down and participate in our weekly sky-zombie hallucination orgy at which we're scheduled to use green altar covers, then in the afternoon I'll think of something to do outdoors to use up the nice sunshine the Wondrous Weather Website is promising.
Signs of life