I used to call St. Patrick's Day my Christmas. Back in the day I put my whole heart and soul into it - taking the afternoon of and the morning after off when it fell mid-week, getting up extra early and being the first at the door of the local Irish pub when it fell on a weekend. These days I consider it Amateur Night and can't be bothered to even go out sober. Yesterday I just watched it unfold on Facebook, though I WAS invited out by a few people. It was somewhat comforting to sit in my houseclothes and watch the pictures and posts degenerate as the day wore on. I did buy some soda bread, though, since I was far too lazy to make it myself. It was too sweet. And really all I wanted was bread. Merry Christmas - I woke up this morning at 5:15 and made it to the gym with no headache. Things have certainly changed.
So what have I been up to in the last month? Not much, you know, it's winter. But I did have an encounter with a friend from long ago that suddenly turned up from Florida or wherever he last was. Though it was good to see him, it strengthens my belief that in some cases, the past needs to stay in the past. Better to have a good memory than have someone come back with their baggage and bitterness that ultimately tarnishes the good. I kept telling him you can't go back, but he's a thick-headed Englishman and he never listened to me anyway. The good news is he doesn't have my phone number (don't give it to him, Tom) so I won't have to avoid foreign numbers.
Also, it's Armageddon here in the Pacific Northwest, in case any of you were wondering. It's colder than crap and when I left GNG's condo just now I think it was snowing. But it's 82 in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin and I'm pretty sure Marita is wearing flip flops, so somebody please just try to convince me that it ISN'T Armageddon. Seriously. Just try.
I should be throwing on real clothes right now and running to work to catch myself up, but I'm not. It's dreary out, I've already accomplished a lot around here in terms of housecleaning (as much as can be expected from me) and frankly I could nap.
(I've just discovered the secret to why I don't blog as much anymore - every time I get on the dang computer and start typing, Seca comes in, climbs up on my one remaining suitcase, and starts howling while she claws the crap out of it. Besides being annoying, it's pissing me off because I don't want to have to buy another suitcase and hide it in the car.)
So, there, Cece and Becky, and anyone else. I blogged. There's no content as usual, and I took a big break after the first paragraph (about an hour ago I was fired up to write and now, meh, not so much), so this is what you get. Maybe when it's actually Spring and it starts to warm up I'll have some adventures that I'll be dying to tell you about, but for now, it could be time to warm up the easy chair. Will you know whether or not I made it in to work today? Probably not. But then again, anticipation is sometimes better than the actual result.
