"My Wild Irish Rose"

More roses. Except that this one sounds a lot like a de-flowering at the end, in a way that's a little blunt. I don't remember these words, for sure. But this is a pretty song.

Even though tonight isn't as late a night as I've had recently, I'm still incredibly beat. Today didn't start off particularly well, and even though it ended considerably better, getting through off course at the beginning has made it impossible to ever feel entirely together. I'm thinking more and more that my inability to really relax is a problem. Relaxation is a skill that I'm just not using and learning enough. But there's always so much to do, dishes and laundry and work and daughter. . . and there always will be so much to do, I suppose.

I'm just so tired it's hard to think. Bed now, please.