Oh by the way, folks,
Today we wish a fond Happy Birthday to Anita Kerr, born in 1927. She's a multi-talented musical entertainer.
Yesterday nothing happened. The pile driver over at the industrial site continued to play rock-'n-roll tunes. The tron undergrounders undergrounded some of the big transformers or whatever they are that got delivered. They haven't got to in front of my place yet.
Today I've got another chiroquacker knee-jerk session. Then it looks like nothing's gonna happen until evening, when we're gonna just shut off the porch light and pretend we're not home in honor of Halloween.
Meanwhile, all the religion-spastic sources are howling about how Halloween is Pagan or Satanic or Wicca or Witchcraft or Infidel, merrily confusing everything that isn't mainstream present-day Christian.
Never you mind that Christianity was cobbled together from previous mythologies and philosophies, some of which are called Pagan. Nobody really knows if there was a historical Jesus somewhere back then. I suppose probably so, but virtually no evidence of him remains amongst all the mythical hogwash.
Signs of life