Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Alfred the Great, King of the West Saxons. He's one of the many ancient saints who spread Christianity by military force instead of actual conversions.
Yesterday nothing much happened. I did the canonically appointed puzzles in the Washington Post.
Then on my stroll up to the post office I tried to make a guess as to whether the tron undergrounders are gonna start in on my block when they return to work Monday.
Sorta hard to tell, actually. They've leveled the ground and spread straw over everything, which is usually pretty much the final act. They've parked their horizontal boreholer and a buncha conduit sections along an area that looks unlikely to be any place they'll bury anything.
So it sorta looks like they might be finished with where they're at and ready to come back down and continue work where they left off a coupla months ago.
And then in the evening was our Humanist Happy Hour at the Ruddy Duck restaurant. That's a pretty decent place, and somewhat lower prices than most around here. Too bad it's a bit of a fer piece from our house to walk.
And so today looks like it's gonna be a great day to waste an hour hallucinating our imaginary three-headed sky-zombie, and then blow off the rest of the day doing whatever I jolly well please.
Signs of life