Beheading, Colds, Seminars.

Today was the beheading of St. John the Baptist. Didn't eat anything round or off a plate.

I had a head cold. Didn't have to amputate.

Considering seminars.

Wrote only half the needed correspondence. Apparently a friend of a friend is considering being a monk. I didn't even know he had become Orthodox. Time flies. There were, I think, three others in that circle: one disappeared to France permanently so we'll never know, one seems to have ensnared an Orthochick and will thus be drawn in eventually, and I've already forgotten who the third was. Perhaps there wasn't one. But that's a good success rate. Trolling works, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.