Do ten millipedes equal one centipede?

I don't think this fits into Sharia Law.

Modest goals for a preacher's Monday. A neighbor I've done work for in the past had me build a box to cover his sprinkler valves. They're on the south side of his house and the sun keeps frying them. So I got a 4'x8' sheet of siding that matches his house siding, made the box, cut a hole for the hose bib plumbed into the fittings, and painted it to match the rest of the house. The front cover comes off for access.

While I was doing that, FedEx delivered some parts for Gerta. I realized last week that the red lenses on the tail lights were pink at best, and bleached white in some areas. Now I'm showing fresh deep-red lenses (German made) with new weather stripping.
I also ordered weather stripping for the front lid. It comes as a piece of vinyl about 12' long (the entire circumference of the mating surface) and 3/4" wide, with a ridge that slips under a rolled edge on the car. The lid hits this rubber when it closes. Getting the ridge under that rolled edge is done 1/16" inch at a time with a screw driver to push it in place. I got about one third of it done and left the rest of it until tomorrow. Too much fun.

Now we know that 7,000 isn't the bottom for the stock market. Thank you, AIG, for teaching us that. The American people already own 60% of AIG and our share is growing, this time with a $30 billion line of credit. However, this latest move includes more liberal terms so as not to make things too difficult for AIG.

Another Obama nomination, this one for the position of U.S. Trade Representative, has to pay back taxes. Ron Kirk owes $10,000, a debt going back 10 years. Anybody see a pattern here?

AAA of Arizona released their best picks in several categories of vehicles, both type and price range. Out of 16 vehicles, three are American made. One is the 'Vette, one the Ford Flex (SUV between $25,000 and $35,000) and the Dodge Ram as full-sized truck.

Kurt Warner interviewed with the San Fransisco 49ers today. Hope he bombed!

I woke up several times during the night and prayed for Bruce Cooper and his wife. Bruce is one of the sportscasters for our local NBC affiliate (the local news show we watch), and his son, Marquis, is one of the NFL players still missing from that boat in Florida.
I remember quite vividly the week they spent searching for the plane in which my sister and her husband went down. We feared the worst, hoped for the best, and couldn't decide if we wanted to get the official phone call or not. With each passing day the chances for their survival diminished - horrible winter storm - and the likelihood of bad news increased. Every time the phone rang our anxiety level spiked.
By the time a week had passed the Civil Air Patrol decided, fairly, that the expense of continuing the search wasn't justified. It was time to accept what we had grown to expect. The absence of physical bodies (their plane was never found) made the adjustment more difficult.
My adjustment to Don & Kathy's death (physical), however, pales in comparison to the grief my parents felt. Children aren't supposed to die first. Pam will tell you that during her trip to Seattle in the days immediately following that week, the first time she met my folks, she was tremedously impressed with their emotional and spiritual strength. But their grief cannot be overstated.
And that's what I thought about during the night. I know what "Coop" and his wife are experiencing. I prayed - and continue to pray - that Marquis and the other two guys will be found alive. I also am praying for Marquis's folks. I don't know if they're believers or not; I hope so. Either way they're on the edge. Having watched my parents go through that, I feel tremendous sympathy for them.