Well, you mad Irish bard, look where you have brought us for all your insistence on not needing to ask for directions. A whole YEAR we've been wandering, clamopring, beating on bodhrans and brass cymbals, blowing through chanters, sounding the long gutbucket and the throaty zither, chasing words to the left and right, dropping verses like autumn leaves. ANd now look. We're right back at the Cat. I'm SURE I recognize this thread. We've been here before, Mick... Goddamit, man, you have us going around in circles!!!   But, I must admit, they are very fine and beautiful circles, for all that!
Enjoy your day to the fullest, my Favorite Irishman!


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