Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Antonin Dvorak, born in 1841. He was a music composer.
Yesterday church was the usual bore-God-to-tears orgy. Fortunately, Father D had to do the Iron Priest Marathon (conduct all 3 mystic rituals) so he did a short sermon after having tipped off the organist to do the hymns up-tempo and clued in the prayer reader to skip the optional clauses.
Then in the afternoon we went to our friends's 50-th wedding anniversary celebration. It was lotsa fun. The woman of the couple is our dearly beloved Long Announcement Lady, but at this occasion we welcomed all she had to say.
And so today as soon as it gets light enough to drive without headlights, I'll start my merry trek up to the Nissan repair place to have Nelson the Nissan's alternator and regulator looked into.
Nelson the Nissan is a 1997 small "homeowner size" pickup truck, a model nobody seems to be making any more, and so completely perfect for my needs, that I have no intention of ever trading it off. I'm hoping it'll last until I'm either dead or too senile to keep on driving.
So I'm hoping they'll keep on having stuff available for vehicles of such ancient vintage.
Signs of life