I had corned beef and cabbage Tuesday, so there was only corned beef hash for Saint Patrick's Day. I blame him for driving all the snakes out of Ireland anyway. I'm sure he drove them all to California where they became agents in Hollywood or started tech companies in Silicon Valley. For this he doesn't deserve a holiday in his honor. That's why I celebrated today as Saint Gertrude's Day instead. She's the patron saint of cats, too. Maye I should have eaten tuna instead of hash.
For the last few days I've had a low-grade headache off and on. This might be the result of my chiropractic adjustment on Tuesday. Sometimes it will fix one thing but stir something else up, which then has to be fixed by the next adjustment.
Oh, crap, it's almost midnight. Where did the time go?