Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Andrew. He was an apostle.
His brother was named Peter, a Greek name. Peter claimed that his Aramaic name had been Simon. Andrew is also a Greek name, but Andrew's Aramaic name, if he had one, is unknown. Just wondering if that oughta make me a bit suspicious about their historical existence.
Anyhow, our intermuck service has been sorta flaky the last few days, and as long as it's flaky,my diary entries are likely to be sorta not reliably happening every day.
And in the morning there's no decent station to turn our clock radio to.
One station plays nothing but hillbilly twang-twang, which might be marginally tolerable once in a while, but not nonstop.
Another station plays nothing but "music" that sounds like cats being sawed in half with chain saws accompanied by pile drivers and people throwing dead animals at empty barrels.
Another plays so-called "Gospel" music that one of my friends calls Rock Around The Crucifix With Pontius Pilate And The Nail Drivers. Hey, one hour a week of that crap is really enough, don't you think?
So anyhow, whatever we have the radio tuned to, it gives us an excuse to hop out of bed as soon as possible so as to minimize the amount of obnoxious noise we've gotta listen to.
Well anyhow, today is the First Sunday In Advent, where we anticipate the coming of Our Mythical Superhero, who may or may not have been loosely based on an actual historical person. I suspect most likely not, but hey, what do I know?
Signs of life