March 31, 2004

    Thanks to all who expressed enjoyment of my plum duff recipe.  My idea of doing a whole recipe section has been reinforced.

    I have been indulging in all things celtic, because it 'tis the season (starts with St. Patty's day, ends with the Highland games.  Or something like that.)  Shorn extracted the lost cds from the inoperative cd changer the other day, liberating the Silly Wizards.  So I've been listening to Donald McGillavry over and over, and drinking copious amounts of Boddingtons.

    I am happy in a way that only hard-core denial can provide.  Because contemplating real life is far to stressful.  It was stressful before (i.e. 25 hours ago), when Shorn and I were seriously contemplating the possibility of moving to Seattle, to start a new life.  Yes, that was stressful--but then my mother threw me a curve ball that seriously upped the ante.  Oh, it was a good thing, sure, a very generous thing, but completely unexpected.  My response to her, verbatim, was "Holy shit, Mom!"  Shorn is still flabbergasted.

    Okay, that's enough, I'm going to drink more beer.  I'll fill you all in as enlightenment comes my way.  Let it just be said that there is a very good chance that we will now stay in the Bay Area, although we haven't decided for sure.  We may yet end up being "the Reardon's, of Dublin" which has such a nice Irish ring to it.  We'll see.