The Sunday crossword was annoyingly obscure, so I got only about three quarters of it and didn't solve the riddle. After that, I cleaned up this and that, made my lunch, and took off for Wal-Mart. I should have known I wouldn't didn't find everything, but I did get Stevia, kitchen bags, and a few other essentials. Ate at the park across Victoria Avenue and enjoyed the birds at the fountain.
Bused home and found this from Ancestry.com:
This is the grave of my great-grandparents: Thomas Byrne, born 12/2/1821, died 1/8/1872 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Mary Byrne, died 1/4/1905, both born in Dunlavin, County Wicklow, Ireland and died in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
I just lazed around after I got home. Found a documentary on T.V. about 9/11 called "Falling Man." The producers are trying to find the identity of the man pictured falling (presumably under his own power) from the World Trade Center. Watched most of it, then went to bed after an anything but enthralling day.
Didn't get up just now until almost 7:00 and half-dressed so I could go out and leave St. Pat's Day cards at Suzanne's and Vickie's doors. Soaring Spirits and Stone Fire Grille for dinner tonight.
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