Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Louis Vuitton, born in 1812. He was the founder of a suitcase company.
Yesterday church was the usual bore until announcement time, when MrsPest did an announcement about something or t'nother and used the word "hogwash" to mean printed information, at which point the entire congregation concluded that she's been married to me for too long.
And then nothing else happened.
Today I think probably nothing's gonna happen so maybe I'll get a chance to do something like maybe dig the weeds out of the cracks in the front walkway. While I'm out front I'll have a nice vantage point to watch the tron undergrounders if they're doing anything.
Signs of life