Circles

They're Justified, and they're Ancient,
And they drive an ice cream van.
They're Justified and they're Ancient,
With still no master plan.

It’s frosty again. I take the car to Penicuik and repeat my bus trek. Today I experiment by returning on the 37. It’s marginally quicker even though it winds through Loanhead and Roslin.

Summary: dark & cold -> work -> dark and fusty.

I stir fry tofu, prepare an email for conference reviewers, and listen to Great Scottish Albums featuring KLF’s The White Room.