Irish Brews...

Whew. The smoke red sun is beginning to set on my old blog home and my thoughts are turning to the weekend. There have been many highs and a few lows to this week, at least for me and perhaps for you, too.

I've already written about my bad days, so we will not go there again. Isn't it true that the good in a day makes the day seem to go faster? When I am having a terrible day, time crawls, minute by minute, hour by insufferable hour, mercifully ending in a nice long sleep. The good days fly, soaring on wings of joy, as if in possession of this little secret: this will end soon, get as much out of it as you can! Today was just such a day. Well, sort of...

It started out ok, but just ok. Then it took a little dip at about 10 AM, in my post green tea thoughts about how to create, discover, force, whatever, positive cash flow, read profit! "Impossible," the old grump said inside my head, "only really lucky people, Leprechauns and the like, stumble into PCF!" Well, having never seen one of those green clad, red-bearded folk of Irish lore, I rebelled at the thought. Then, with a wink of an Irish eye, I said to meself, but 'tis my lucky day today, because I am 1/132,000 Irish and a rainbow exist somewhere nearby...I can feel it in my Erin go Braugh.

Screeech! What was that? Was I talking to meself, I mean, myself, with an Irish accent? As I daubed my head with a green kerchief, a wee little voice whispered ever so clearly into my wee little ear, pssssspspsspspsssshshspssshsppsss. My eyes lit up, and jumping, I clicked my heels and headed out the door to find the pot-o-gold at the end of my rainbow. Shure enough, not 10 miles out of town I found it ... a wee little office with a grand ole lad who needed the help of me magazine and, as it turned out was willing to pay for it! EUREKA!!!!!!!!

Aye, the luck of the Irish is real, but only if you get off your lazy derriere! Or, as a wise man once opined, "If it's gonna be, it's up to me."

What a week end!