Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You, You Look Like A Monkey, .....

Jon playing air guitar at age 32, above.

And today Jon turns 33. Trust me, not much has changed. He's still a smarty-pants scientist with a major funny bone.

Last night when we went for a midnight drink to celebrate the beginning of Jon's big day, we found a little Irish pub not far from our house. It was a warm cozy place, and partway through the night a table of middle-aged men & women at the back started to sing Irish songs. They had gorgeous voices. It was really moving. People just kept right on talking and banging (on the bar) and drinking, but we could hear them singing above it all. It was surreal.

My birthday plan for us for today was to visit Kinsale, a picturesque old town not far from Cork. We changed our plan when we awoke to rainy grey chilly weather - Ick. Instead we had a lovely brunch at a downtown restaurant and are having a lazy day. We bought the ingredients for chocolate brownies, so in Lynda's great tradition we are going to make Jon birthday brownies. Mmmmmm.....

Jon: I hope you are having a wonderful 33rd here in Cork! You mean the world to me. Love, L