I'm sitting outside on my Irish lawn chairs (Paddy O'Furniture) gazing up at my favorite constellation (the mighty hunter O'Ryan) and listening to the Corrigan Brothers sing about my favorite Irish American President.

No Guinness for me this year, as I gave up drinking at home for Lent and I didn't go out this evening, but I did do two St. Patrick's music programs earlier in the day, at a geropsychiatric unit and an assisted living community. So 'twas a very nice, uneventful St. Pat's. Even the snow in Seattle today didn't stick on the roads, and the sun came out in the afternoon and early evening.