Howdy-do readers. Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all my Irish readers, all one; maybe two, of you! As usual most of the bars and pubs in the city have been adorned in various green decorations, leprechauns have made an appearance, and everybody seems determined to down at least one pint of Guinness as if it is a sacred duty, despite not being Irish. I was tempted to join them, but I haven’t been able to face a pint of the black stuff since a recent trip to Belfast. During which time I may have drunk my own body weight in it. Amazingly I managed to walk back to the hotel, get undressed and clamber into the shower before dying. At which point I think we’ll leave that particular story!
One final St Patrick’s Day comment, I found a pretty good video on you tube, taken at the St Patrick’s Day Parade in Chicago – HERE. They dye the river green for the day, which is pretty cool.
The novelty of today aside, this week has proved to be rather tiresome, mainly because I seemed to have knocked my body clock out synch, by doing a little overtime in the office on Sunday morning. What a smart idea that was! At the time it was actually quite enjoyable; the office was without the usual chorus of people talking, feet stomping, fingers typing and printers, eh – printing? (I started so well). It was, dare I say; fun, with just a few of us dotted about a building in which hundreds usually work. Although it did become increasingly difficult to resist the urge of using my chair like a bobsled and rocketing along the office. Luckily my will is like tempered steel! …Until a woman bats her eyelashes in my direction. So weak – I hang my head in shame!
Anyway. The city was also quiet, as you might expect; and the weather was beautiful, which only added to the little pool of serenity I found myself nestled in. I mention this because, despite being stuck in the office on a gloriously hot day, I experienced a moment of utter peace when around 10:30 the church bells began playing. I generally don’t pay any attention to that sort of thing. But there was no way to ignore them this time, as they proceeded to ring out an almost ethereal tune that muted all other noise and simultaneously fill the office completely for around 30-40 minutes. I thought I was totally relaxed before they started, but only a few minutes after they had started I completely fell away from the world. I went through more work than I usually do, cases that had been bugging me seemed to suddenly make sense and where completed. Before I knew it the rest of the morning had been swept away into the pages of history and I was walking back through the still gloriously hot, peacefully quiet city. It was pretty cool.
However, I don’t think I will venture in work again on a Sunday anytime soon; it has, like I mentioned earlier completely thrown my body clock out of synch. I got to work Monday and it felt as though I’d not had a break since Friday, a feeling that has continue to compound itself throughout today. Still, it’s nothing that a good night sleep shouldn’t sort out. We shall see.
In slightly more exciting news, my little adventurers and I have been compiling details for trips this year. We are definitely going to be taking on Macgillycuddy’s Reeks in Ireland over a long weekend soon, and I’m hoping to get some interest in a trekking trip through the Carpathian Mountians in Transylvania, Romania. Having been there before, and loved it. I also found a trip that see’s you hopping along Sicily’s Aeolian islands, climbing the volcanoes. Which looks amazing. I’ll post more in my next entry, this one is long enough I feel!
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