Yet another of my St. Michael The Archangel blogs, this one dealing with the period when God wasn’t God, but rather the first among equals.

We meet Corpus Christi, and discover it is -- yikes! -- a real city.

I explain why I think Michael The Archangel exists...and has existed for a very long time. It has to do with Superman.

Our 43rd anniversary (whoa). And I begin our wild and woolly Corpus Christi tour.

Michael the Archangel is a surprisingly young character. Or...maybe he isn't. A bit of a mystery.

And now for something completely different...St. Michael The Archangel. No. Really. Would I lie to you? Don’t answer that.

I complete the Casita Saga and consider my shortcomings. Also, check out the exasperated angel!

We get the rats locked out...but (Gulp) get two of them locked in. And they were, uh, crying. (Yikes!)

And the rats just snicker at me. And my traps. (Dang.)

We meet a helpful contractor who wants to demolish the house to improve it. (Yikes!)

To start off the New Year, I present to you The Wild And Wonderful Little Blue Casita.[head] √ Sheds, Beds, and Spreads

I realize I could have avoided the Winfield Disaster by not being an idiot. Phooey.

We finally get to Winfield. And guess what? There’s one last, twisted, gawdawful punchline to the dang joke.

It’s 3 a.m. in Winfield. We’re finally there. And...and...it’s not over yet. (Argh.)

We find ourselves in a serious storm. Not fun.

We finally get to Oklahoma...just before the storm. (Yikes.)

A tale of rental cars, distained discounts, deathless enmity, and, oh yes, the dancing Loch Ness Monster.

I am Uber-whelmed. And other comedies. #stampoutennui #xcargo #bustravel 

We arrive in Dallas and discover that America has serious problems.

We finally decide on the bus...and I make a really stupid joke. (Bell Hop. Bell, that is. And Hop.)