Everyone is having a difficult time understanding me due to my strong Irish accent now.
Really.
Give me time. I am sure I will just as quickly lapse back in to my appalachian speak.
Don’t call me now though, because you will have a difficult time deciphering my Donegal, Northern Ireland, Galway, Sligo, Inis Mor, Clare, West Meath and etc… brogue. Most Irish have one accent. I decided to pick up all of them and mash them together.
I woke up this morning in my own bed. My house. I stood up and froze. This is my house. Where the hell am I? I could not remember if I was in Ireland or America. I don’t think I was fully awake when I was standing there. Jet lag can be humorous.
I also started shaking. Trembling. Four hours have passed since I got up, not knowing where I was. And I am still shaking. It finally occurred to me…. caffeine. Or the lack of it. Is likely the culprit. In Ireland I woke up with tea. Drank tea with breakfast. For a break from tea I might have coffee with scone or two or brown bread. While running hither and yon over Ireland we could get pretty hot so I would drink diet Coke to quench the thirst.
I may have had a total of 12 ounces of water while I was traveling for almost three weeks. No, wait, 24 ounces, I did have a large glass of water at “The Creamery” with my 5 pounds of Irish stew.
I love my caffeine. But my body is also use to getting as much, if not more, water than coffee/tea. I start my day with it and end my day with it. Like I did today.
So I got water shakes.
Now I’m drinking coffee.
