well, the day went pretty well. i had to dodge a couple of stray lightning bolts, but i've lived through worse. when i got home i found that my gardener was fine. he's got some nasty scars, but he'll be ok. he has picked up a couple of new tricks along the way, i found him standing in the middle of my swimming pool when i got home and my begonias are all dead because my irrigation system now seems to spray cheap merlot all over the place. other than that, the home front seems to be all right.

the big problem seems to be with the big guy. i finally got ahold of him and it seems the old fart's fallen in love. seems he found some sweet young thing down in tj named maria (what is this thing he has about girls named mary?) and he claims to be head over heels in love. well; it looks like we can expect a new messiah in about nine months, but that's not the worst of it. he says he's planning to take a little vacation until the delivery.

i tried to reason with him, but you know how it is with deities in love. i even told him that odin had come out of retirement looking for converts (you know how much he hates that old blow hard), but even that didn't seem to interest him. he said he'd keep an eye on the new broad, but the last i saw of him he was headed back south humming that stupid tune from west side story.

i don't think the old bastard's gonna be much help. if i were you i'd invest in some asbestos undies, there's a smell of brimstone in the air.