28 September 2009--Drive Ron to the airport this morning, dropping my laundry off on the way out of town. He
gets an impromptu tour of Kirkliston and surrounding countryside in the bargain. I consider going somewhere as long as
I have the car out, but drive back into town instead, and go back to bed. Seems to be time for my annual Lost Day.
I hang around the room and work on photos, then go pick up my laundry midafternoon. I intend to get uptown to meet some
lads at the Bow, but I'm just not up to it. Instead, I go to Stockbridge, a nearby neighborhood Willie told me about last
night. I have dinner in a restaurant sitting above the Water of Dean, and then a few quiet pints in the Stockbridge Tap,
sister bar to the Bow. Early to bed, and hopefully a fresh start tomorrow.