Winging It and Winding Down

Friday afternoon. I can't express my love of Friday afternoons. I plan to try by driving home and staying there.

Paulie's plane leaves for Glasgow on Sunday, I think. What sort of gifts does one demand from a visitor to Scotland? Anything but haggis. I love haggis, but I've pictured a horrific scene with bomb-sniffing airport dogs and a bag of meat.