When will I see you again?

How funny was that call tonight, answered of course by young L at first. Appropriate for Robert Burns's 251... a night that proceeded to elements of a wonderful celebration, including J. Blue at the end over a conversation on the state of play of things. But strangely, maybe appropriately, no real talk of the subject of mind, except the apt reference to "volatility". Yes, admittedly there is that strangeness, partly what contributes to the overall fence-sitting. But gazing among the Martinis tonight as well, is it really all that troublesome? In a word, no. Surely there are ways to pursue the course that make sense, amidst the seeming enthusiasm and opportunity? Sunday at least can be a start.

An appropriate way to end this Rabbie night. So to close with the new lines of this year, prior to a final review of previous postings through the blog years. I well remeber our man of "dreaming laughter" those many years ago in George Square. Tonight, we did well to find the Contented with Litttle" piece, as well as indulge in the walk home to another annual reading of beloved Tam. Ride on, young man, ov'r the ills of life victorious!

My worst word is welcome, and welcome again! And with such mirth and gud humour in my pouch, I bid thee a loving good night!