A fabulous blue sky with just a little dab of cloud. (Can you see the cloud?)
I’m not at ease at this time in history or my life. If you are a regular reader — which would make you a rare reader indeed — you should know why because I have dropped hints.
I will go to a 4:00 PM mass at Staug and then I will get a haircut. Brandon is small enough that I can do that. It will be my first haircut in Canada since two thousand odd four. That is 2004.
Tony will watch the Wheat Kings play the Prince Albert Raiders by himself. Like father, like son.
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