Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Benignus. He's associated somehow or t'nother with psalm singing, although my information does not explicitly name him as the patron saint of psalm singing.
Yesterday nothing happened except that the dishwasher broke again. Hey, we just had the stupid thing fixed a coupla weeks ago! If we decide it's terminally unreliable I suppose we'll just hafta buy a new one.
And today we'll do our obligatory hour of pretending we can boss God around by reciting dogmatic hogwash into thin air. Then it'll be a pretty nice day to sit back and do nothing. Or maybe dishwasher-shopping.
Signs of life