Yesterday a little before midnight I got in the car and drove to the airport. I passed a car in flames, smoke billowing mercilessly, a figure a few yards in front silhouetted by the street light.
Papa and Yosef seemed quite cheerful when I picked them up, despite the fact that one of their suitcases had been taken. I can only imagine the surprise of the person who took it when they get home: opening it up only to find it filled with ice picks and other mountaineering gear. (we got it back today though so it's okay).
currently on level 31 of this game: http://gameaboutsquares.com

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