The highlight

of yesterday, in contrast to the lowlight of finding myself on my arse, was a large glass of fresh-squeezed juice from freshly-picked oranges. We've a tree on the back driveway, that struggles to survive, gives up a branch for every fruit it brings to - fruition? They're crappy to look at, difficult to eat - too full of seeds & pith to make it an easy experience - but very juicy. Oh Lord Vitamin C - I've been touched & now I see the light!

Which reminds me. I thought Billy Graham was dead. But oh no. Seems like he survived Nixon. & copes quite adequately with the adoration of Bill & Hill.