Ireland. Time for a stiff drink. Just found out
that the man who sued me is dead of heart failure.
Ahhhh, irony. Now just waiting for a certain
G'town bakery to fold.....
Emerging from jetlag haze. A thick curtain of rain
here in Westport. Brain is sludgy. Countryside
more lush than ever. The cove outside our front door
trickles the tide in and out, in and out. No drama;
all is soft, all hushed.