the monks are deep in GOOG

Thank you, Larry Page.     

Thank you, GOOGLE.

It may just be a fleeting thing, this 12.49% after hours hike... But it will keep Marlinspike Manor's Feline Remnant in kibble for another month.

The monks are deep in GOOG, so we're getting ready to jump the orchard wall so as to get to the Cistercian's Celebratory Mass in time for the Second Quarter Earnings Processional -- the best incense wafting is right there at the beginning.    Abbot Truffatore left a garbled message, saying something about "good times" and breaking open the 2010 beaujolais nouveau... 

I'll probably hang out at the monastery after the party, for Compline. I love that haunting lullaby but hate having to make the return trek to The Manor afterward, all alone.  (I don't want to be caught in the back orchard after dark.  Who would?!) Thank God for air-conditioned tunnels and quiet-loving Postulants as escorts.

"May the almighty Lord grant us a quiet night and a perfect end...

and not let today's gain be sucked up by tomorrow's losses."  AMEN