I put in some 30 miles today. Down to the highway, over to town and up the main drag. Out my road to where the pavement ends, down to the secondary highway. Took that to the paved road that deadends at the corner of the horse pasture and home again. Guess I should go to confession at the church of national football.

Let's hope there's intelligent life somewhere in space 'cause it's buggar all down here. -- Monte Python