Auld Lang Syne

The old year is going out.  It occurs to me that next Christmas, for the first time, my little family may not all be together.  We are all of us very happy.  The new year will probably be far happier than it has any right to be. Still, as the old year goes, I think of old times and old friends.  Betsey, Vader, Bookslinger, Grandma V, here’s to you.