Please disregard yesterday’s obligatory YK sermon.  It’s sort of a tradition, as it were, one of the few I “religiously” carry on.  Hopefully as the old school passes on, things have changed for the better.

I’ve got nothing as far as profound High Holy Day thoughts.  Just some vague stomach grumblings.

I don’t even have a weather report, other than it’s cool and cloudy but with no hope of rain.  Not even rumblings.  Then again, you never know.

Misu joined me on my desk to gaze out the window.  And that’s our exciting day.  I put myself to sleep.  Snore.