March 13, 2020

Five in the morning, ready, as ever, in plenty of time to go down into the cold and wait for the taxi.

Went out last night to Fitzsimon’s, the Norseman, Lundy Foot’s, to hear music and be with people. People were in short supply even in the Temple Bar, what with all the talk of epidemic. But, it was enough. I listened to the music and was happy. Came home and had wine with handsome Stephen and his handsome friend Connor, who asked interesting questions, which I have forgotten in the passing of the hours. Two toothbrushes by the sink tell me what happened after I left.

Father’s 101st birthday.