The Solemn Feast of St Patrick, Social Distancing Edition

Today being the Solemn Feast of St Patrick, I have to note that, for once, it's actually a solemn one. The parade in Manhattan, as well as the local parades of last weekend and this coming weekend, was cancelled. I had actually had a big beer week planned, with bibulous activities scheduled for last night, tonight, and Saturday pretty much all-day, but the quarantine has pretty much caused those to evaporate. I DID, however, use a portion of a bottle of beer last night to make a Welsh rabbit out of some sharp cheddar I had purchased before the dairy aisles were cleaned out.

It's been a pretty quiet day, all told, though the supermarket was fairly busy when I went this morning (sure enough, there were chicken hearts aplenty, normal suburbanites haven't twigged on to the fact that they are muscle, like a breast or thigh). People were quiet and reserved, but well-behaved... no fistfights in the paper goods section that I've seen.

It'll be an uneventful Paddy's Day, one spent responsibly, a day on which we beseech the Blessed St Patrick to drive the COVID-19 from these shores... though Tullamore Dew might be the germicide of choice today.


There's no wearing of the green
When you're under quarantine.
The streets of New York City,
Are the emptiest I've seen.


This is, of course, a play on The Wearing of the Green:





That's a fine rebel song, and it shares a tune with the even better rebel song The Rising of the Moon:





No rebellion for me, not today... it's a time to knuckle under for the next couple of weeks.