I have no interest in ordinary humans!

Today at church, one of the deacons was celebrating a birthday. We don't have his age on hand, though. So, while singing Many Years for him, one of the other deacons announced it as his 82nd birthday (which is most definitely not true).

I don't think that I've ever heard such relief from such a simple joke.

I think I'll leave it at that. Other, wiser people have made far better commentary on the past week of my life. I don't feel the need to add much more.

(But shaving your head before going to a burial, particularly when you don't own a black hat turns out to be a good idea: it's a lot easier to apply sunscreen that way.)