Day 224. Hanging Around

In the end there were no St. Paddy’s Day festivities for me.  On Friday, I spent a couple of hours at my local Starbucks, so I wouldn’t get in my cleaning lady’s way.  Took my laptopvitamins and decided to do some writing there.

It was cold here; and every time someone opened the door, to come in or to leave, a gust of cold air surrounded me.  By the time I got back home I was really chilled.  Not just cold on the surface of my body.  I mean the kind of cold you feel under your skin.

When your bones feel cold.  When, no matter what you try, you just can’t seem to get warm.

Not that I didn’t try.  I put on my warmest jammies.  I was still shivering.  I put on a fleece robe.  Honest to God I was still cold.  So eventually I crawled under my duvet.  But not before I took an Oil of Oregano pill.  In case you Continue reading

Day 223. Gone Drinkin’

Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!  Hope you’re all doing well on this somewhat chilly St. Patrick’s Day.  Definitely need some long johns if you’re out there, waiting for the FD004819parade to pass you by.

Or, better yet, a wee flask.

(nudge, nudge).

Or maybe not so wee, after all.  Better still.

As I look at this photo of green beer, I’m reminded of a particular St. Patrick’s Day, from a long time ago.  I was still in Montreal, working at J. Walter Thompson which was, at the time, the largest ad agency in the world.  It was in the very early days of my career.  I worked on the Kraft account.  And, the President, at that time, was an Irish lad.

Well, somewhat older than a ‘lad’, but who cares.  Today, we’re all lads and lassies, regardless of age.

I’m honestly not sure if it’s still in their product line-up, but back then, they made horseradish.  And, on the 17th of March, we all arrived at the agency to find a jar of bright emerald green horseradish on our desks, courtesy of Kraft.  Who were

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