"Words may be false and full of art. Sighs are the natural language of the heart." - Thomas Shadwell

It's 7:30 a.m. and my brain feels like it should be 9 p.m. because it's already so full of stuff and has been so many places.

I learned this morning that just as we have the adjective "good" and the adverb "well," Portuguese has "bom" and "bem."

The queen has agreed to PM Johnson's request and basically shut down Parliament (that word has an odd spelling) so he can force Brexit through without their approval. That's huge.

We're going through a difficult transition here at UFC that involves staffing changes. I think the elders and Brett are handling it with exemplary wisdom and skill. Tough stuff, and some people (as expected) don't agree with and/or like the resolution the leaders have put in place. That makes me a) irritated with people who won't follow the biblical injunction to submit to our church leaders, and b) appreciative of men who are willing to do a thankless job with no personal upside.

I'm at the church offices by myself for the moment. The rest of the staff will start wandering in over the next hour, in time for our 9 a.m. weekly staff meeting. Until they get here I've got Spotify blasting out Richard Wagner. Bom!

On the way into town the classical station played a concerto by Vincenzo Bellini (what a great name) who the guy said is more famous for his operas than his orchestral compositions. This concerto was originally written for oboe but in this case was transcribed and performed for/on trumpet. It was a cool piece. And that got me thinking about which orchestral instruments I like and don't especially care for.
I'm not a fan of reed instruments, including the oboe. Maybe that's because I've heard too many beginners do nothing but squawk when trying to get music out of a clarinet.
I'm most partial to the string instruments, especially the cello. The latter in part because it most closely mimics the range of the human voice, from soprano down to bass.
Second to strings would be the brass - trumpet, French horn, trombone...

They promised temps yesterday would be in the upper 90s and they didn't lie. We hit 99. Não bom! But after it cooled off and before it was dark I went out and worked a little on Sally. I am very close.
Next up is getting the lower front valance and bumper installed, the headlight assemblies, and then some trim pieces. I'll still have lots of detail work to do, including wet sanding and buffing, but I can drive her while I work on that.
I'm concerned about the headlight install. I don't think the buckets were correct when I took them out. Unless Ford did something very unusual with '66 Mustangs I was missing a full set of alignment springs and I know one of the buckets has a piece broken off. I'll just have to fuss with it and order new parts if necessary. Part of the problem is that I don't have a schematic to know what it should look like.

It has been medical week here on Baker Rd. Monday Goulash and Haggis got their DD-T shots. Goulash fought back as soon as she felt the needle poke and struggled while I injected the vaccine. Haggis didn't flinch during any part of it.
Today Pam took Buddy to the vet for three different shots. He's wiped out this evening, something the vet said to expect.
Next Tuesday Haggis gets banded. A tiny rubber band will be placed just above his equipment that cuts off the blood supply. In two or three weeks his equipment will have withered and just falls off. He'll also be inactive for the first 24 hours from the discomfort of the procedure.
My goal is to get Stella's and Frenchie's hooves trimmed over the weekend.
Life on Baker Rd. Wanna come help?

I picked up a special project at church this morning that will keep my busy for a few weeks. It's something I hope will be helpful to our ministry, especially with people new to the faith. I'll start on it tomorrow morning. The plan is to work from Dizzy's with a very large cinnamon roll in front of me. At least briefly in front of me.