It's six p.m.

Huh... oooo mild, the window is open, and 'da preacher' across the court is doing his evening song fest. Seven a.m., and 6 p.m. I can't get much of it, but the chorus is rousing. 'Precious Hands'. I finally have to google this. When will the guy FINALLY learn he can't sing? The neighbors yell. But I love the chorus. He sings it with so much conviction, it's uplifting. Am not joking.

I think THOSE are the only two notes he can hit.

Just another moment in a day, hey, but it makes me grin. Da neighbors are off the charts.