Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Estee Lauder, born in 1906. She's the founder of one of those companies that sells worthless crap for women to smear all over their faces.
You see, we tell women, "Your entire worthiness as a person is based entirely on your visual attributes, and you can't be beautiful unless you smear your face up with worthless crap."
And then we tell men, "Your entire worthiness as a person is based entirely on the visual attributes of the woman you love, so you're not a Real Man if you love a woman who doesn't smear her face up with worthless crap."
Well anyhow, nothing happened yesterday. I'm getting used to my new schedule of mowing 20 minutes worth of lawn every morning, because Sir Isaac the Neuton's battery is good for 20 minutes on a charge. Plus I can still use Morris the Manual Mower on the easy parts.
And the underground tron installers haven't extended their ditch any farther but are busily a-bustle in the ditch they've already dug.
Today it looks like nothing's gonna happen.
Happy Nothing Happening!
Signs of life