Happy 2009!

Happy 2009.  Nothing extraordinary going on.  I am alive and so are most of the people I care about.

Since I don't have much to say, let's go all traditional and hear from Robbie Burns instead (he of the hee-land lassies):

Auld Lang Syne

by

Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

And never brought to mind? 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

And days o' auld lang syne.

Chorus

And for auld lang syne, my jo, 

For auld lang syne, 

We'll tak a cup o' 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 pu'd the gowans fine; 

But we've wander'd mony a weary foot 

Sin auld lang syne. 

We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn, 

Frae mornin' 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 willy waught, 

For auld lang syne.