Robin was tired after our week in PA so I let her sleep in this morning instead of heading into our usual church service. Instead we attended the mass held before the Shamrock Club meeting. The charter of the Club mandates the club holds two masses in the weeks before St. Patrick’s Day. For today’s meeting I wore a crew neck patterned sweater over a striped dress shirt and a red knit neck tie. I am also wearing red corduroy trousers, burgundy double monks and a herringbone flat cap. On my sweater I am wearing this year’s Parade Badge.

Hello everyone, welcome to my first post in this community. First of all, I am very grateful for the opportunity to be here and learn from all of you. I ask this because I've noticed that many of you have collections (impressive ones, by the way) of several bottles, so that's where my question comes in: why do you have several and not just one? Like, what is the motivation behind your colections? I hope to learn and read from you all. Thank you.

Weathering a storm is one hell of a feat whether it be a storm of thunder and lightning, water and wind or sand and dust. However there's one storm that every person faces at some point in their lives, and unlike the storms of nature, this storm is invisible to the naked eye that leaves nothing, but destruction in its wake some of it invisible and some of it visible. It's cruelty is unprecedented and its power unnerving, the storm I speak of is the mental storm that runs rampant within our fragile minds, flooding it with depression, loathing, anxiety, stress and guilt. Today marks the 5th year of my war against my mental illness, it's been an interesting year of ups and downs, but no storm lasts forever, and I'm confident that with continued perseverance and tenacity, it'll finally come to an end bringing serenity to my wartorn mind. Thank you to everyone in this group for your support and continued support through these last two years. Your support and comradery are what motivate me to find my footing, carry on my mission to weather the storm and find the serenity that has eluded my mind for 1,826 days. Banjo