Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Are yous talkin' a Me?

Brown Thrasher in my humble little back yard today (I also disturbed a couple a fawn's on my way to Mass this morning), and as an ex-metalhead, I always imagine the Thrashers song as sounding a bit like Sir Beavus, or that other guy, "breakin' da law, breakin' da law". Off to Patsy Cline's hometown today, as it's too darn hot to work inside the beltway.
Let today's heatwave remind us to pray for those in Purgatory
. . .and for, God willing, yer Monkster's very,very, long stay there.

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