Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of William Blake, born in 1757. He was a poet.
Sorry about no entry yesterday. Our intermuck service was flaking out. My apologies for not wishing you the Happy Thanksgiving I'm sure ya-all had even without my kind intercession.
Anyhow, we spent the day at our son's place. While we were there I helped him do a coupla minor home repairs and showed him a coupla cool handy-man gimmicks I should oughta of shown him while he was growing up.
So shame on me for having been such a negligent father. But anyhow he's a great cook, thanks to his mommy being much more diligent than me about his upbringing. He served us a great dinner.
And so today is the day to stay away from all places of business unless it's a dire emergency, in which case it would be advisable to acquire a suit of medieval armor and associated weaponry to deal with your fellow mad shoppers.
Happy Not Shopping!
Signs of life