Posted Sunday morning, February 28, 2021.
Well, that mood didn’t last.
Since the rest of the gang was sleeping in, which I took as their birthday present to me, giving me some extra time to myself and peace and quiet, I threw myself a private party, downing two mugs of Irish Breakfast tea instead of my usual solitary and purely medicinal mug of green tea. I was tempted to have a third, but, to steal a line from Niles Fraiser, I was feeling madcap, not hell-bent.
The mug is lying, by the way. But you have to forgive it. It was a long-ago Father’s Day present from the Mannion guys, and they were too young back then to know better.
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