Sitting in an empty theater allows one to boo and hiss at the bad guys and cheer on the good guys without fear of being pointed out. :o])
That’s one reason I like to watch movies at home. I just put Emberlie down for prayers from the Missionary Oblates in San Antonio. (You, too.) Fine folks, they do a lot for the poor, as well as praying.
Elen and I have begun a new English curriculum in which, at the end, we will each have written a novel.
As soon as the byos finish lunch, we’ll be off on an expotition: take dinner to a family with a sick child, go to the Scout Shop to pick up Tom’s official lifeguard certification, go to “Healthy Home Market” because Tom wants sarsaparilla, and I can get turmeric and maybe some nice coffee beans. Would it look different under a microscope from standard skin cells?
Oh, and the drugstore, for corn-pads. I have a corn on the bottom of my right foot. It would be interesting to know the biology of corns: how does skin turn into something like a good-sized salt crystal?
The boys are making a mess with their noodles, I’m afraid.