Take heart in the deepening gloom…
The world continues to deteriorate.
The township decides to remedy to sink hole in the cul de sac with an orange cone. This is, indeed, a real sink hole – as in the ground under the street has washed away. So, when two shovels of asphalt applied two weeks ago were sucked into the hole, the township sent a cone. This may be the cone we requested last summer, right before the pirate party. Just so our guests wouldn’t break an ankle. We parked the Jeep over the hole instead. Now, in light of the township and our mutual dwindling financial resources, the best thing I can hope for is that they don’t dig up the street and our van (sans famille? peut etre?) falls in. They can replace our van and the old one would create substructure, just like those junked cars that are put out to sea to create reefs.

Still no internet at home. Eddie voices concern over the children who aren’t getting the Free Rice. I’ll try to earn a few thousand grains on my lunch break. Now about WarCraft…

…and reflect that whatever misfortune may be my lot, it could only be worse if I worked at St. Sabina.