Yesterday: learned people will wear bright green to burials on St. Patrick's Day, everybody wants a Shamrock shake.
This morning: walking the dog, bits of Jesus Christ Superstar revolving in my head, saw a piece of plastic debris with Elmo on it, thought about possibilities of talking Elmo lighter. "Elmo loves fire! More! More!"
Back at work, digging out.
Good to be back from alien cultural landscape, a lot like hell, honestly. Never will understand how people fail to learn to mistrust their own resentments.
Awfully glad L. got herself out of that without being totally wrecked in the process.
Maybe we'll have time to be sad now. Bye, Pat.