Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of George Bancroft, born in 1800. He was an American historian. He served a term as Secretary of the Navy, during which he established the U.S. Naval Academy.
Yesterday's chiroquacker knee-jerk again accomplished nothing. The chiroquacker promises next week he's gonna start doing some sorta knee-jerk that'll cure me. So I'm wondering, if that's what'll work, why hasn't he been doing that all along.
Then I blew off the rest of the day clearing out the overgrown shrubbery away from the north side of my garage so I can get the ladder up to take off the useless eave gutter. The shrubbery was mostly branches of the neighbor's fig bush with vast quantities of trumpet-vines tangled up amongst it.
So today comes the easy part: actually taking off the eave gutter.
It looks like nothing else is likely to happen unless the tron undergrounders do something exciting like maybe snag another gas line.
Signs of life