Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saints Peter and Paul. They are pretty much our primary saints. We're pretty sure there was a historical person who wrote under the pen name of Paul even though that might of not been his real name, but the historical existence of Peter is a bit less certain.
Today it's gonna be my turn to do the Wholly Buy-Bull reading for our sky-zombie hallucination orgy. It's gonna be Genesis 22:1-14 which is about the time Abraham went into a convulsive orgasm of homicidal delirium and managed to snap out of it just in time to avoid murdering his own son. For that, of course, we honor him as a Patriarch.
And then this afternoon I'm gonna do a multi-task quest (I always try to multi-task errands that involve driving and thus blasting off petroleum products into the atmosphere) and then there'll be a buncha yard work every day.
And so now that I'm down to only one power lawn mower, the rechargeable battery one that's only got about 20 minutes of mowing per charge, I'll hafta change my lawn mowing schedule to mow the hard parts in small sections. The easy parts can still get done with Morris the Manual Mower.
Signs of life