Saturday/Sunday

This will short and not too sweet. As Elaine reminds me, I always get sick somehow in Ireland. I thought I had passed that obstacle with my stomach virus thingie awhile back. But no! Now a sore throat and congestion. Saturday was a lost day – we stayed in. I had scrambled eggs for dinner after we cancelled our reservations at the Half Door – no sense getting their staff and customers sick as well. It was a long Saturday night – I could hardly swallow. (By the way, I do NOT have Covid. I tested! Taking Panadol Cold and Flu which seems to help some.)

Anyway, I was much better Sunday morning (YAY!), but we still decided to take it easy. It 2 PM now. Maybe we will have an early pint at the pub before settling in for cheese, crackers, paté, and mulled wine in front of a roaring fire. We will be able to see the airborne portion of the fireworks from our window. If there are fireworks, that is. The weather has been fierce – 40-50 mph winds and bouts of lashing rain that may never hit the ground since it seems to be going sideways. I cannot imagine they will have fireworks if the winds are blowing 40 mph.

More on that tomorrow. Yikes, as I write this sentence, the sun came out. It won’t stay out.

Looking for something to do? Read columnist Dave Barry’s End of the Year Review. It’s, as usual, hilarious. I just finished reading it on the Boston Globe site. It’s also here.