Éirinn go Cúig Déag

St-Patty-day-Sober-pinFifteen years today. That’s a milestone, isn’t it?

I climbed on the wagon on the 13th of March, 2007, a few days short of Saint Patrick’s Day, which has become the day I celebrate quitting. I didn’t make a fuss about it for a couple of years, waiting to make sure I’d go the distance. Since then I’ve marked the anniversary on Paul’s Thing with Éirinn go Bragh entries. Today’s title, Éirinn go Cúig Déag, roughly translates as Ireland to Fifteen, which doesn’t make a lick of sense in Gaelic or English, but there you go.

Am I glad I quit drinking? I celebrate it every morning, when I roll out of bed refreshed and clear-headed. Yes. Best decision I ever made.

Donna’s making corned beef and cabbage today, as is only right. This time, I’m cutting off an end to save for home-made corned beef hash, which I’ll cook up for breakfast later in the week. Just to see, you know, if the real thing is better than Dinty Moore in the can!

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  • One year no booze in February. I say for high BP reasons but really for a whole raft of good reasons. Latest I read was 1/2 of one beer a day measurably shrinks the brain, more booze = less brain. Miss the taste sometimes but not drinking.
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