What a Scottish day! Ironic?
I say that for two reasons. First, at work, we had a presentation from the head offices in the U.S. The presenter was Scottish and spoke with a distinctive accent. The word “wee” was used. It was a long event, about two hours, and although he was entertaining, by the last half hour it was tiring. But we got pizza for lunch. Score!
The second reason is that a bunch of friends and I went to “The Druid”, a vaguely Irish pub (because the very Irish pub was totally packed). The live band was a bunch of people in kilts with bagpipes. They didn’t strike me as Irish.

In other news my shoulder still hurts. Someone at work showed me an exercise that does help, but the pain doesn’t go away completely.