Saturday.

 In the beginning there was the weatherman. He couldn't really see everything that was happening in the future, but he could make intelligent guesses on what the weather might be like for any given day. 

The weatherman didn't create mankind, nor did he create angels. One can be fairly confident that no weatherman (in recent times anyway) was even nailed to a cross and later rose from the dead.

Chances are that this is not a weatherman.

Okay, moving right along.

I have nothing to tell you about the violin this morning. Except that I certainly will be doing some practice.

Okay, moving right along again.

I don't really know what my plans are for today. Maybe daddy will pop around with my good friend Harrison? I'll no doubt make a trip to the supermarket. I should make an effort and go for a walk, if the bell is being well behaved.

I see that Peter and Robert are planning a golf match. Do they call it a 'match'? Thankfully I wasn't invited. There might be a god! Robert has bought some clubs and is practising. We might get a post about the game, once it has been played. Robert will be thanking God, and quoting from the bible, if he wins. Peter's post, should he win, will be put up in about June. 

Well, that's it for today.

I have nothing more to say.

Ciao tutti.