Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Noah Webster, born in 1758. He was a dictionary writer.
He copyrighted his dictionary back when he first published it, but the copyright on the name Webster's has expired and his heirs haven't renewed it, so now any dictionary publisher may legally call its product Webster's Dictionary.
Yesterday it rained an awful lot. The tron undergrounders are still working several blocks north of my place and I didn't stroll up to see if they were even working at all in the rain.
Yesterday's chiroquacker knee-jerk, again as usual, accomplished nothing. Then in the evening the church pot luck dinner was ten people and the presento afterwards was supposed to be something about how we came to have our faith. I contributed absolutely nothing whatsoever because I have no faith.
And so today I've got a whole buncha errands to do, most of which will require a vehicle, so I'll be driving instead of walking past where the tron undergrounders are undergrounding trons, so I'll be able to tell if they're there working but I won't get a chance to stop and yak with them.
Happy Not Yakking!
Signs of life