Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Frank Sinatra, born in 1915. He was a singer of songs that I never really thought were all that great.
Yesterday the tron undergrounders got most of the way past the front of my place, but not quite to the driveway. I suppose they'll get across that today, the very day our maid service comes, so I suppose we'll hafta direct the maids to park elsewhere and maybe help them lug their stuff around.
Oh well, we'll cope somehow.
But other than that, it looks like not a whole lot is likely to happen today.
Signs of life