This morning I pulled a green plaid turtleneck from the closet, even though it’s not a favorite shirt and the weather would have allowed for something cooler.  You’d think this was just a wise precaution on Patty’s Day, but I didn’t even realize that this most beloved of all pinching holidays had arrived.

Except, maybe, on a cosmic level.  I guess twenty or so years of training in a household where green was a must come St. Patrick’s Day has sunk into my consciousness and taken over an otherwise overlooked part of my brain.  Nice to know the real estate’s being developed.  Now if only I could train my brain to cook in my sleep, type my novel while I’m chatting with friends, and tend the kids while I read the latest fiction release.  Who knows, with my brain doing double duty I might leave a legacy as illustrious as St Patrick, and everyone could pull each other’s hair to celebrate.

 

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