I know for my seven or so die-hard readers that this here blog space doesn’t necessarily provide startling worldly insights. I know that there is nothing particularly scintillating, prosaic or profound in this tiny corner of cyberspace. But I do have a case of Who Done It that has me befuddled…and just a tad bit worried about my sanity. Yes. Your eyes are not fooling you. That’s St. Joseph…on my kitchen counter. I found him standing upright and headless, in a pile of leaves, on the back porch.  This was actually a few weeks back.  I’m just now able to talk about it. Perhaps dear seven or so readers you’ll recall from a post over a year ago, while living in my sweet home…