You’re kind to make it noon.
I was debating, with myself, if it would do any good to blow my farmtruck horn at midnight for ten minutes. I know [they’s mental kin] would be able to hear it in town. I only hesitate, because as i learned yesterday, very few people in my northern Virginia DC suburb know anything about trucks gathering in Ottawa. Combine that with hanging on a horn out on a farm is an old fashioned serious distress call… [They’s Zombies] would send a SWAT team to my barnyard hovel over a horn at midnight.
Maybe the time isn’t right just yet… but it sure feels the time is coming ‘soon’. Maybe noon is a gentle way to start.