The best Saturday night ever

Palmer just came over a few minutes ago, and he is cracking me up playing with the toys he keeps here in such exuberance. I need to go make the boy some Mac and Cheese and hot dogs, but it is much cuter listening to him tell me about the semi-aquatic vehicle he just built.

I have had plenty of good Saturday nights in my life, some more memorable than others, and some longer ago than it seems. But I am thankful that I have not had a Saturday night like Katy Perry's "Last Friday Night" in a very, very long time.

When my Old Norse friends and I went out in Reykjavík last time, the craziest thing we did was climb Ingjolfur's statue.

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