New bags

Donated my old mainsail to a colleague that repurposed a few of them to shopping bags for me. The colleague gets around another 15m² out of the transaction.

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Bonne et heureuse année! J’vous envoie mes meilleurs souhaits pour la santé, l’amour, pis ben d’la joie. Qu’la nouvelle année vous apporte tout c’que vous espérez, pis encore plus!

Offline on the Edge of the Bay

At the in‑laws’ place, the outside world barely exists—one flickering bar of service, if I’m lucky. The Bay of Fundy stretches out in front of us, grey and endless, the tide doing its slow, ancient breathing.

Inside, the little one is on high alert, glued to the window, waiting for a certain jolly, oversized visitor to make his grand entrance. Every creak is a possibility. Every gust of wind is a sign.
Disconnected, quiet, and oddly perfect.

Victory, Somehow

Against all logic—and an alarming amount of gingerbread‑house candy—we actually got our little one to sleep tonight. Even the excitement buzzing off her about tomorrow couldn’t keep her up forever. The house is finally quiet, the tree is glowing, and our sugar‑fueled elf is out cold. A small Christmas miracle.