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Dear friends! On this the last night of the year, I have prepared myself a fine little feast for one. Ron was called into work, despite his being sick in bed yesterday. So here I sit with a platter of a really good salsa and chips, green olives, thinly shaved provolone and some horseradish cheddar, a marvelous tapanade of olives and feta, and freshly baked pizza. And in a thin crystal glass a nice dry red wine. Why the apparent excess?

Part of the notion of new year is to create an expectation of the coming year. To resolve to do better yes, but to trick the fates into thinking you’re just due for goodness. In the business world, this is called priming the pump.

Whatever the purpose or motive, it’s just a wonderful treat for myself and a great way to nosh while I’m surfing the web and waiting for the new year to arrive. Enjoy and good year ahead everyone!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I’ll be mine,
And we’ll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit,
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne

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