Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of whoever wrote the first Gospel. We've arbitrarily called him Saint Matthew even though we don't actually know his real name.
Yesterday nothing happened. Hey, nothing ever happens on a Saturday anyhow!
Today it'll be my turn to do the Wholly Buy-Bull reading for our sky-zombie hallucination orgy. From Exodus, it's part of the story of the Israelites getting lost for 40 years in a desert that takes about 4 days to walk across. It'll give the congregation about 4 minutes of time to catch a bit of a snooze while keeping one ear cocked for the moment I'm finished and I say "The Word Of The Lord" and then they respond "Thanks Be To God" and then they go back to sleep.
And then it appears that nothing's likely to happen for the rest of the day.
Happy Wholly Buy-Bull Reading!
Signs of life