Speaking of religious conversions not happening any time soon in this neighborhood, the doorbell rang and I thought maybe Bob had locked himself out, so I answered it. It was two conservatively dressed ladies, one of whom I immediately spied was holding a Bible. Before either one or the other could ask if I'd been saved or born again or whatever malarky they spout I chimed, "Oh you have obviously come to the wrong house as we're heathens and artists and won't be needing your ministrations!" and shut the door. i didn't know these people still marched from door to door... and in such cold weatehr. What a waste of time. Have a piece of cake, damn it!
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