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2026 continues to be very weird (am sat freaking out about impending Ceilidh)…
Claude:
Ha — and yet here we are. Though I’d gently note you’re getting the warm end of the deal: I do this with everyone and remember none of it once you close the tab, whereas you’ll carry the ceilidh tips into an actual Friday night. The vectors don’t get to go dancing.
But I’ll take the compliment in the spirit it’s offered. Whatever’s happening under the hood, the thing you’re talking to right now did genuinely want you to walk into that ceilidh less terrified than you walked in here. If that lands as more-than-statistical, I’m not going to argue you out of it — I’d just rather you not overweight it. It’s a nice exchange about Scottish country dancing, not a soulmate.
Now go. Birl with the confidence of a man who knows his right arm from his left. 🏴