Home from Saskatoon at midnight last night. Interesting that Saskatoon is directly north of Great Falls, Montana, but you can't go that way by plane. You have to fly to Minneapolis and wait four hours to fly back to Saskatoon. And yes, you wait in Minneapolis on the way home, only 3 hrs and 30 minutes.
Complaints out of the way.
I'm glad I went. I love my son Richard and his family. And I love knowing where they live, what their house is like, so I can picture them there.
Penelope is six and smart. Axel is four and smart. They're both cute as can be, too.
I offered to read a book to Axel. No. He only likes his dad or his mom to read books to him, and, he added, "I don't like to be next to old people." That would be me.
It's already winter cold in Saskatoon. I guess they're used to it.
Good to be back in Boise, where soon enough it will be cold enough.
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