I awoke this morning to the sound of rain beating down on a tin roof.  I was hoping that somehow, in my dream time hours, the faeries had come and carried me home.

Sadly, I opened my eyes, looked out my window and saw ... cactus.  It's a soft day here in the Old Pueblo.  Overcast, a chill breeze.  Still, it is a far cry from Ireland.

And so, I have spent some time watching podcasts on IrishFireside.com.  Just so that my heart won't hurt