The PAX count went to 11 (that’s one louder, isn’t it) on a cool, clear Howitzer morning on the square.

YHC forgot to wear sleeves, so we moved around a bit to keep warm:

Countoff, Name-o-rama

Sign up for the Endure Mud Run, you Sallies.

WOD: Ephesians 2:7-10 MSG

Moleskin:  Retread, you deserve credit for outing yourself there at FBC.  YHC had already blamed it on someone else.  That was eye-watering, Cousin Eddie-type of foulness, and it had staying power.  Phlegm called it his kryptonite.   I pity your wife.