instead of heading down to dublin like last year for st patrick's day, this year we went to church. *grin* actually, the first church St. Patrick planted in ireland. it was a cold, windy morning on one where you wonder if it was like that when the boy patrick was forced to a wild, unknown island. the grey dimness probably did nothing to encourage him or welcome him but maybe the green rolling hills did. as they still do, even on the grey days.