I am still swamped at work with no time to compose a proper entry, let alone to drop by my blogger buddies. I hope work nonsense stops soon. I wanted to let you know my nasty black spot was removed yesterday; biopsy pending.
It is St. Patrick’s Day. I spend the day listening to Irish music and reading Irish poetry and folk tales. I read James Joyce. An Irish colleague tells me proper St. Patrick’s Day dinners consist of lamb and new potatoes, not nasty corned beef and cabbage. And I won’t have any green beer. Guiness stout rather.
I don’t have any Irish in me, but I am very willing to try, especially if it means this fine little leprachaun –
Oh my goodness !