Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Tommaso Campanella, born in 1568. He was a philosopher. Like most philosophers of his era, he dabbled in theology and astrology and other forms of senseless hogwash.
Nothing happened yesterday. I spent about 2 hours hacking away at the Norway Maple stump in my front yard, then decided, hey, if I don't finish it today it'll still be there tomorrow, so I quit.
Back in 1978 when our two Norway Maples were planted, we were near the southern end of the growth zone for Norway Maples. But plant growth zone boundaries are now something like 250 or 300 miles north of where they were back then, so all Norway Maples in our community have died.
And then somebody asked me if I still had any free giveaway firewood left, and I told him yes, even more than before, because each little storm donates another half a cord or so.
But I warned him about one little problem, the tron undergrounders have been mucking around back there so he'd better get out and inspect the ground before merrily backing his truck in and getting it hopelessly mired in the mud.
And so today nothing's gonna happen except that somebody talked me into seeing a chiropractor about my wobbly knees so I've got an apptment today and I'm beginning to feel like a medical overkill case for spending so much effort on a little issue that's rather easily dealt with by merely using a cane to walk more than about a coupla blocks.
Oh well, I'm an ancient geezer. I suppose it's canonically valid for ancient geezers to spend lotsa time on useless medical hogwash.
Happy Medical Hogwash!
Signs of life