Good morning. Not too bad, thanks. I just sent Kathleen out to walk the neighbor’s dog. No bros are home: Frank and James are still at camp, and Vlad went home with Tom last night in aid of playing Magic somewhere today.
More rain is expected, but not right now. The choir is going to do some Mexican songs after Mass in recognition of Cinco de Mayo. The official story is that we are “practicing,” because we decided against mentioning anything to the clergy. They can fire us is if they want.
It must be quiet at your place, for a change, with all the byos gone! And one of the girls.
Good for you and good for your practicing Mexican songs after Mass! The clergy can’t stop you. Let them fire you — they weren’t paying you very well in the first place!
The shower felt very good, and for once, the shower head didn’t scream at me. That was good and made the shower very relaxing!
I’m going to listen to an uplifting talk while I anticipate the next phase of readiness. It takes a while to get this creaky ol’ body to work like it’s supposed to!