This is an old photo of Temple Bar in Dublin (circa 2005). Erin go Bragh!
It’s St Patrick’s Day, one of my favourite holidays. I like to think there’s a little bit of Irish in all of us.
Unbelievably it’s snowing. I think they’re calling it the Mini Beast from the East.
I’m sick in bed. Can’t keep anything in my stomach and I haven’t even started Chemo yet. That’s been moved up to Wednesday.
So I’m resting, trying to build up some stamina for the coming ordeal.
Some days, like today, instead of thinking about the future and uncertainty, I think of all the places I’ve been.
It’s a kind of wonderful thing.