My wife and I walked down to our local, which happens to be an Irish Pub. They had all the fixin’s laid out for their usual St. Patrick’s Day blast. They also serve a decent lunch, so we did that. At 11:00am this morning, the county announced that all bars were to close by 5:00pm. The owner, who is actually Irish, had his Irish up about that, and may have indicated that he would require the attendance of the police before he complied. After all, what’s St. Patrick’s Day to an Irishman without a little brawl with the coppers? Anyhow, we left our usual tip and then I threw a $20 on the table for the waitstaff. Tonight, Momma L, maiden name is Callahan, will be serving us corned beef and cabbage.

Also (**knocks on wood**) currently the kids’ daycare and my gym “have no plans to close”, so I’m good. How are you? Eating the flesh of your neighbors yet?

Tom-tom Gone?

Ah yes, the old cordon sanitaire.

Trump administration discusses best way to throw money at people. Current stimulus proposal $850B.

Oh yeah, I’m supposed to vote today.

Penguins get a field trip at Chicago Aquarium. We’ll later find out that the staff just opened their cages before abandoning the aquarium.

Have an Irish-American song.