Cinco de Mayo means no reservations available at any of the Mexican restaurants in town and Bloomsday, which attracts runners from all over the world, including people with prams doing the walk behind the runners—for a teeshirt—means there is no table and no parking place available anywhere in town for anybody who has not planned for this…

Jane and I have walked it a couple of times. The last time I limped in with a sneaker tied to my blistered foot like a sandal, and I decided that was that. I have my teeshirts. We are good.

We are staying home today with a packet of tamales and a can of chili to celebrate—well, we are celebrating the happiness of those whose day this is, since there are never enough celebrations in life, and we are not taking the car out until Monday, at least.