Sunday Sunday Sunday

Quick News Update: Richard Pryor and Eugene McCarthy are dead and I now know about PostSecret. Listening to NPR really does keep you up on what's going down. Coincidentally, I've been thinking a lot about getting clean for Gene. This was before I knew about the catchphrase, but I think it's time for a haircut and shave. If stopping this war was that easy, I'd do it in a flash. But it didn't really work so many years ago, so I'll keep my locks a little longer. I think. We spent our yesterday in Lancaster at Josiah's 5th birthday party. Janell has the camera in her studio so I'll post a photo or two later. I heard that the up and coming band the snails has a website but I can't seem to find them. Father John, please help. I'm headed back to Lancaster to go to church today. I'm taking my laundry, so maybe a kind person will invite me to their home for a visit and a few loads. I am quite an entertaining guest so the water and electricity are worth it. Our buddies are on a rocket to Russia in hopes that they'll soon have an addition to their family. It's been a long time coming for them, so be happy despite the lack of mentioning them by name. Speaking of parents, I found out that I wasn't a total jerk of a son. My sister returned my call on whether or not I forgot my mom's birthday. I always confuse my mom's and my grandma's birthdays. Now I know that I'm not a bastard and that the 14th and 16th should be seared in my brain. All right, time to hit the showers!  See you later.