Irish Fortune Cookie

I woke up this morning grouchy. I had no reason to be. I guess. The calendar was still showing itself to be YESTERDAY, but other than that..all should be fine. I loved. I ate. I looked out my windexed-window as the rain drizzled down so miserably and misty-fine, that fog could not compete. And I was inside. Dry and warm. It was a fine day. If I was a bitch...it would only be because I could not see the beauty. And I couldn't. I pushed and pulled and drug and sweat through this Summer day...with all the momentum and ballet and patience of a jagged rock rolling down a cliff.So, lunchtime, at 2:30 or so..I heard something that changed my perspective just a tiny bit. I guess it was a sort of Irish Fortune Cookie.There were 4 of us, looking at menus, in a little gastro pub on the sea in East Cork. It smelled wonderful. We ordered and were left