Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Ambrose of Milan. He's reckoned to be one of the Doctors Of The Church, so I think they're just letting him rest on his laurels without being patron saint of anything.
Yesterday it rained a whole bunch. The post office finally delivered both Wednesday's and Friday's editions of the Calvert Distorter (which facetiously calls itself the Calvert Recorder, but everybody knows what it really oughta be called), our local twice-a-week hillbilly rag. Neither issue contained anything worth reading, as usual.
And then there used to be a buncha weeds including about 4 or 5 mulberry seedlings growing up from the cracks in the street next to my front yard retaining wall. I've been sorta lax about chopping them out.
Well, a few days ago the tron undergrounders needed to move a few of their huge steel plates they cover up their holes with. They move them by shoving them with their ten-thousand-horsepower bulldozer.
So, they were shoving one of them along the pavement against the retaining wall, and *Presto!* No more mulberry seedlings! I just knew there could be value in procrastination!
Well anyhow, today is our canonically appointed Day Of Mystic Incantations. The Second Sunday In Advent. We continue to await the celebration of the traditional birth of Our Mythical Superhero.
Happy Mystic Incantations!
Signs of life