Oh, precioussssssss,

I'll try, that's the best I can do. My knee went out this afternoon when I lifted up the laundry basket. An old baseball injury (really!) -- my knee went east and the kneecap went west. Ouch!! Guinness and Motrin are a wonder drug when mixed together. (Jaysus, I can feel the deveel swelling as I type...shameless plea for pity, I know).

Anyway, I'm still working on my 'new' version of The Yellow Rose of Texas. It's not finished yet, as I'm putting into Irish AND playing around with the time signature and thus with the tune. It's showing promise, however! Can we please reschedule until later on in the week? How about Thursday? No hockey game that night...please?

-- Áine (grimacingandcursingthat*w*itchonthegeneralservicesadministrationsoftballteamwhotrippedmeupasIwasgoingaroundthirdbasebecauseitwouldhavebeenahomerun!)