Demonstrators marched up the street outside my window today.
I was relieved when I realized it wasn't angry villagers carrying torches and pitchforks, which I've been expecting ever since I began my ungodly experiments.
Somebody posted this ancient cartoon of mine (from my 1981 book, Moot Points) on Facebook today, and it occurred to me that today is the one day of the year that it has any relevance. So, here it is on my time-sensitive blog.