Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Silas, supposedly a companion of Saint Paul. It's unclear just how much of the stuff we know abut him is historical and how much is mythical.
Yesterday nothing happened. The underground tron installers appear to be exercising the canonically appointed care about not bashing up the antique wrought-iron fence they're now working next to.
The next two properties down the road have got new modern wanna-be look-alike wrought-iron fences, but they're not so critical because they're a modern design that'll be lots less expensive to repair if they get bashed.
When they get to my house there'll be nothing much to fret over. My front retaining wall is collapsing anyhow, and it'll be no biggie if they just rip it out entirely. My front steps and railings need replaced anyhow, and I've been holding off that little job because I don't wanna do anything that'll conflict with the sidewalk plan, whatever that's gonna look like.
Anyhow, now it's off to our weekly sky-zombie hallucination orgy.
Signs of life