Elves and dreams of Soviets

Melynda and I are arguing over whose desktop image is nicer, even though it is only two different pictures of the same elf. It was resolved in Melynda's favor, as she stuck out her tongue first. Hah.

We took Matt to the movie last night. The shock of it all is muted now, but it still thrills me. In my dream, set in the Soviet Union, we were running from the black riders. Haven't had that dream in years.

Saints above my home is funny this morning. We're arguing now over who gets who, and who has to share their toys. It is a happy morning.