What a strange week. I overslept on Monday. I swear my alarm clock is possessed. It was silent well past the time I should have awoken. It finally made its presence known in the middle of Tuesday night. Scared me to death.
I was perpetually late for everything, made even later by driving the demolition derby of potholes. One was so massive, I caught a glimpse of China.
And today, the first day of spring, we are met not with flowers or green grass, but snow. Lots of snow. Really?
Tuesday was the most bizarre. I forgot it was the 17th, so this Italian girl with the Irish name, made Mexican inspired food on St. Paddy’s Day.