And good night, erratic eating and tired crabbiness. Thankful for Saint Patrick's Day memories of Mom and Dad, an Irish record bought in the Village years back, the cabbage and soda bread H. made tonight. Grateful for work, for home, for family and friends. For pink tulips in a pretty pot by the kitchen sink when I do dishes.
Tomorrow is another day. May the road rise with us.
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