I am a tiny bit Irish, probably.

So I slept late, thinking it was still night when I finally pried my eyes open, what with the incredibly thick cloud cover, and then I shuffled to Bible Study and talked, or rather “participated” too much, what with being not really awake, and now I’m back, pretending that the day is off to a rollicking good start by not making any eye contact with the children. Its going to be one of Those Days, if you know what I mean. One of those days where I indulge myself by avoiding reality. One of those days where I move in a circle around in the kitchen and in the laundry, every now and then telling a child to keep working or else. One of those days where I return to the library because we returned an audio book without the audio.

None of this is of consequence, though, because today is St. Patrick’s Day. Isn’t it? I’m pretty sure. A little corned beef, a little cabbage, a little chopping of an onion with care, and we shall perhaps celebrate a little bit of this great holiday. In spite of our name, Kennedy, none of us are very Irish. Matt is more German and Norwegian than anything and I am a scots/Irish/Swedish Carlson with a hefty helping of German also. We are mongrels all, but I’m pretty sure that today we’re all Irish, at least from what I have been able to divine from the Internet.

Who am I kidding. I LOVE St. Patrick. Really decent jolly good saint, a perfect saint for Missionary Kids who identify more with the Land of their Sojourning than with the Land of their Birth, who grew up herding snakes and believing in miracles. Also, I probably also regularly commit heresy regarding the Trinity. So All My Bases are Covered! HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY!