No, I was not drinking a Guinness!
Jimmy and Jacky and Daryl (remember, Daryl, my nephew, and his wife Jacky, are living with Jimmy and me for the summer while Daryl completes training in the Chicago area for a new job) will vouch for me if you need convincing. I'll spare you the details.
The good news – no cracked ribs; the bad news – breathing still hurts like hell! At least the pain is intermittent. Maybe a Guinness would be in order; just for medicinal purposes, of course.
In light of all the distractions over the past twenty-four hours, I’ve taken the liberty of posting some Irish Fun Fotos that need no commentary.
Now, I'm off to rest, as per doctor's orders. Jimmy said I could have the remote the entire weekend. Woo hoo!