Good Morning. Mrs Magill works for a bank, so has the day off. I… don’t. I found out I could be out of the bed, cleaned, face shaved, fed, and caffeinated in under forty minutes. I didn’t like it though.
Mrs Magill and Squeaky will be working on college applications today. He did get a letter Saturday stating that, due to his grades, he has automatic acceptance to about eight state schools, one of which is his emergency backup school. He is still gunning for UA-Huntsville, as NASA is right there and, if he can score a 31 on his ACT, tuition will be covered.
My sister played rugby at Guildford College. Their chant was:
Fight, fight
Inner Light!
Kill, Quakers, Kill!
Beat them hard
Beat them senseless.
Beat them until
We meet consensus!
Welcome to North Kakalakky. If you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes.
Flyboy - You and the Missus may need to talk about the religion thing. Mrs Magill has tried to get me confirmed a couple of time, but she is aware of my views - basically, if the is a god, he’s more likely a Jeffersonian Prime Mover than anything else. She also knows I have a deep distrust of organized religion. I like our church, but I do not trust The Church.
I do have some transition observations, but I’ll stick them in my transition thread, rather than suck up the oxygen here yet again.