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