Bit rough today. Expected to be up at BackStreets as Pam and I have been for the last 7 years, listening to the bagpipers and doing a shot for Dad’s birthday. Things’re a little crazy, though, and she’ll be on the way to New York to be with her dad. Still, despite her missing out on corned beef & cabbage and both of us missing out on a drink and the live music, it’ll be all right. At some point I’ll drag my sorry ass away from the keyboard, convince myself to eat, and raise a toast. Leaving it unplanned, though. Y’know how it goes—the luck o’ the Irish’ll take care of things.