I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
- Marianne Moore
Every day of my life, I am the third act of Ms. Moore's trilogy. On far too many days, I am the first two as well. Not today however.
For today, my Irish ass as well as the rest of my "prone to burn if not protected by a sufficient amount (a/k/a "A LOT") of SPF-50 Sunscreen" self is on vacation. Proof, perhaps, if of nothing else then that even dissatisfaction needs a holiday.
To borrow a phrase from the late, great Warren Zevon, "I'll see you in the next life. Wake me up for meals"...