Le père retired early tonight, the mid-point of his stay in Montreal. I am sipping a glass of whisky and enjoying the alone time, which I tend to forget I need every once in a while. Together, my father and I have chain-smoked our way through three late nights of drinking and conversation, the first on our own, the second with Arit, and the last with Atomic and James. I like the fact that my dad gets along with my friends, and that my friends get a kick out of my dad. It’s a strange kind of family, but it works.
Maybe it’s the whisky talking, but I am starting to feel something not unlike Christmas cheer. It's probably the whisky.