So yes, this winter has been exceptionally mild and yes, I loved that. Weather wise it has been easy. But other than that. Not so good. Be patient, I tell myself. Things will get better, this stubborn dry cough will ease eventually, your intestines will one day remember how to digest food in general, and all the other loose ends will fall into place, incl. that irritating lack of energy. And so on. I know, even my own eyes get this glazed look when my health is mentioned.
So predictably repetitive.
But then again, what if this is the shape of things to come? Oh well. Let's not make a mess of it at least. Let's try.
Meanwhile, my inner hibernophile is getting ready for the day tomorrow, just mentally, mind you. Nothing green, no shamrocks or whatnots. I asked my personal Irish prince how to say happy st. patrick's day
as gaeilge in Irish, and he said: couldn't give a fuck.
So there. At least I am ready.
This is the story behind the song.