Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Laurence. He's the patron saint of pig-roasting grills.
One ancient legend holds that he was martyred by being roasted to death on a pig-roasting grill. As he lay dying, he turned to the emperor and said, "Hey, this side's done, why don't you turn me over and start eating?"
Yesterday nothing happened. I happened to notice that my next-door neighbor (who lives elsewhere and owns the place as a vacation place) happened to be there doing some weekend maintenance and the tron undergrounder planner and estimator came to see him. Now if my neighbor's signature on some release or waiver or easement or something like that is the last thing they need, maybe they'll start undergrounding trons on our block pretty soon.
Today we'll do our usual sky-zombie hallucination orgy, then in the afternoon there'll be a Southern Maryland Secular Humanist meeting to help me partially recover what little sanity I may have left.
Signs of life