In which a baggy old kayak woman steals a few minutes alone on Christmas morning.

The Commander opens a package as Lizard Breath looks on.

A couple of freighters drifted by through the snow, including the Right Honorable Paul J. Martin, upbound. “Right Honorable” is something Canadian. I didn’t drill down through wiki-pee to figure out what.

A favorite set from The Commander’s carefully curated Santa collection.

A rocket trip to the moominbeach during a rocket trip to the yooperland. Ice is sloshing around near the shore. Not safe to walk to the island yet.

Beach urchins at the beach.

My Dear Uncle Harry’s outhouse is always open. It is a two-holer.

I didn’t think I was done for today after that outhouse photoooo, but it turns out that I am. The afternoon was filled with a trip to Woldemort (oh, don’t worry, it was closed), cooking, cooking, cooking, (and “presenting” whatever that exactly means). Result? I am daaaaiiiid taaarrrrred. Okay, I’ll leave you with one more photoooo of the Mean Old Grunchie Old Grinchie and the GG.

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