All aboard the night train. The Godfather is dead.
Despite that cloud in the sky it’s been a beautiful Christmas day the way they only can be when there are children involved. Liam fumbled his way through mounds of wrapping paper and made quite a haul of loot. I did alright, too. Paul & I are going back to Liquidation world to get spare parts for our mini-RCs. Daddy needs an upgrade, baby.
There are a million pics and lots more stories, including the one where I go lob a few rounds with a compound bow, but for now it’s bedtime. Lots more happening tomorrow. Medicine Hat, it turns out, is quite pretty. Pictures need to be taken.
Merry Christmas, all. Especially you, JB.
tumbleweed