As is so often the case, I have managed to get to the late afternoon of St. Patrick’s Day only to realize I am not only not wearing green, but I am wearing black and tan.
It’s not intentional. It takes my brain a few hours to wake up in the morning and by that time I am already dressed. And I happen to wear a lot of black and tan, particularly when I’m groggy, because neutral plus black is easy.
Still, it’s pretty disrespectful. Apologies, Irish.