Good morning. It’s Friday and it’s time to get up and go to work. Since it is Friday, that means my new article is up on the City Wire. If you want to read the article, click here: Goody’s. If you don’t want to read the article, click here: Baddy’s.

I’m getting around slowly this morning. It was a late night, what with Operation B’s graduation and all. It was interesting to say the least. Between the the Alma Mater sung to the tune of O’ Grismas Tree, the random praying/talking about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the party at the youth shelter, and then taking the long way home through blinding torrential rain, I was ready to be home again. So ready in fact, that we forgot to get Operation B’s clothes out of the trunk of the car before it left. Good times. The title of the post came from one of the speeches during graduation. I thought that dream slayers and doubt whisperers were almost as good as Thunderrods.

But the party is over. Now it is time to get to being an adult. Off to work we go.

I think Zaxxon is here somewhere. I think he’s crashing in Lippincottonia for the time he’s here. I think. It is a little early to be certain about anything, though.

Since my brain is not completely rested, I’m going to show some videos and then go hang drywall. Enjoy:

and finally

It is now time for work to begin. More soon. ~SC