Yes, it has begun, the Staycation. Well, that's not exactly true since it implies I won't be going anywhere. I'm actually heading down to York, PA in a few hours to have lunch with my friend Betsy. Tomorrow, I'm going the That Fish Place in Lancaster. There's also yard work which needs to be done. A good wacking of the weeds out side the fence, and there is a lot of pesky English ivy which needs to be taken care of before it covers the fence.
I started watching something called Manifest last evening... it didn't really impress me. Series developed for television usually fail to impress me, I suspect because they're written specifically to allow for commercial breaks. Every 10 minutes or so there's a mini-hook to hold your interest while the commercials play. Watching the show on Netflix where there are no commercials, the storyline really comes across as bumpy. And I'm not even going to get into the show's predictability. Ouch. Losing interest, I began watching 'Army of the Dead,' Zack Snyder's latest attempt at exploitation and... fell asleep.
And the Southern Baptists are having a