Happy St. Patrick's Day

Yesterday, I planted a window lavender garden in a pot, did the laundry, went grocery shopping, tidied the house and, oh yeah, finished up a major portion of my novel that I'd been working on the past two weeks. I'm about 30 pages away from being done a complete first draft, which is three years in the making. I'm tired, but excited.

And I'm celebrating St. Patrick's Day by reading John Banville's utterly brilliant and truly hefty (although swift of page count) novel, The Sea. This quote totally caught me off guard, the protagonist, having just found out his wife's dying, notes:

Helplessly I contemplated her. For a giddy second the notion seized me that I would never again be able to think of another word to say to her, that we would go on like this, in agonised inarticulacy, to the end.