Wet socks and Guy Fawkes

 After the longest workday in a long time my wife came and picked me up. Pulling my half windsor knot off my neck my head pounding. I had been talking since 06h00 near non stop and my voice was almost gone. I wanted to go home and sleep. " Daddy it's bonfire night tonight" came from my oldest.

We drove out home where Pop had everything ready to go.

Arriving to St.Johns late tonight with another full work day tomorrow....

Well worth it.

The first snow appeared on our door mat tonight. Wet sock season has begun!

All that stands between me and paddling is one more long meeting...and maybe a little sleep.