Fighting the Current

In threes... no... fours... no... fives...

Bad things tend to gang up in threes. The fourth was just yesterday. There may be a fifth in the makings. I'm wondering if it will be an even six.

Several eerie occurances today. Came downstairs and checked the thermometer. 66.6 degrees. What a start to the day...

My mom and my brother were watching the river and strange ripples went across it. It may have been a miniature earthquake. I've heard we get them all the time here, but they're too small to be felt.

It's easy to see I go to a predominantly Irish parish. There was a sea of green clothing at church last night. And most of those who didn't wear green at least had a shamrock pin or Celtic-patterned pin.

My brother doesn't play air guitar. He plays air electric bagpipes. It's interesting, to say the least.

It is a fifth... This is wonderful. ::string of expletives...::

Going bike-riding and photographing. I need to clear my head.