Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Pantaleon. He's the patron saint of so much stuff you'd think God woulda distributed the duties more equitably.
Yesterday nothing happened, thus enabling me to get the scraggly leftovers of what used to be a hedge ripped out. It turned out to be a pretty easy job. Most of the plants had sorta rotten roots, and they popped right out of the ground.
Today it looks like it's probably gonna be pouring down rain most of the day. After our weekly sky-zombie hallucination orgy I'll probably put on swimming trunks and go strolling around in the rain. Or maybe not, if there's lightning and thunder. I've heard that lightning-rod duty is likely to be a dead-end job.
But anyhow, Father D is the only preacher on duty this week, so he's gotta do the Iron Priest Triathlon (preach all three services) so maybe he'll do a short sermon. Maybe that's not the greatest, because he's got a background in theater and his sermons are always pretty cool showmanship.
Signs of life