Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go (more or less)

It's almost time.
Fiddles, guitars and banjos are in tune (well, close enough, anyway), dance shoes are buffed and sporting a new set of laces, vocal cords are being readied for a weekend of singing, chatting and cheering.
ICONS starts up tomorrow evening.
Weather looks like it'll be decent enough, and who's afraid of a few stray raindrops anyway? We're all hardy New England folk, after all (by adaptation if not by birth). Might be a bit of a chill come evening, so perhaps a sweater or jacket might be in order; of course, if you really want to keep warm, you can always join in the dancing at the Comhaltas tent.
It's almost time.