Futility is...

... trying to get internet access of ANY kind in Doonbeg on Good Friday.

... trying to get fresh paint out of jeans with only a sponge and hot water.

... hanging a load of laundry out to "dry" in the midst of a thick Irish sea mist.

... learning to play the uilleann pipes.

That's been my day so far. How about yours?

Update: Two hours later, the paint is hardly noticeable on my jeans, the sea mist has burned off and my clothes are nearly dry, and the B part of "Gander in the Pratie Hole" (what did I just say about those tune names???) is coming along rather nicely.

But you're reading this no less than a day (ed. try 3 days!) after I'm writing it because I still can't get my flippin' phone to send email, let alone a real net connection of any sort.