I'm going to be on the radio tomorrow about the Windsor rumbles, which just might be the salt formations passing gas! Anyway, maybe more people listen, than the last time, when my voice was just comforting cows.
Back from cottage. Lots of storm damage, but our place is fine. Power must have been off for days because some things spoiled in the fridge. It's really weird when you don't know, and you wonder if you can eat something, or you will die. The eggs seemed fine, and I'm not dead yet. The chicken in the other freezer stunk, so that was out. But we ate the steak in the fridge we think did ok.
This week I have the old folks talk. I'm going over Ontario Precambrian geology, with a background in plate tectonics.