And, As The Year Writes Itself Out...

 ...I find myself sitting in a less-than-warm apartment, alone, writing jigs for this tin whistle contraption (which I'm rather fond of at the moment). Somewhere in the world - hell, somewhere in the state - people are watching fireworks and drinking and socializing. At the moment, I envy them for everything but the booze. Ah, well.

( Obligatory End-of-Year Stuff~ )

Happy new year, everyone! Best wishes for all of you!!