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 !


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