I spent a lot of time today musing on the nature of adventures.  They often seem to me flighty but glamorous beasts, perpetually shying away when you approach them directly but coming up to butt you playfully with their heads when your back is turned.  Frequently they underestimate their strength and send you flying into the gutter.  I call these posts my Irish adventure, but really I would be quite content if we had no adventures at all.

Yesterday was an adventure.

Grandma fell.

She will recover, and we are now tentatively continuing our trip.  Prayers for her would be appreciated.  But I do not have it in me today to write of my adventures.