Any day above ground is always a good day, so they say. Been fighting this cold for a week and a half. Or flu. Or genetically-engineered Armageddon virus, whatever it is. Put me flat on my back last weekend, then again Wednesday and Thursday - never had one do a double-whammy on me like that before. Nasty little critter, wherever it came from. But, I got a peach tree in the ground for the missus this weekend, among other domestic gardening accomplishments. And it's already got a dozen fruit on it, so she'll be a happy camper when they ripen.
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."