Fornost d'Voivodja — The abbot who founded the Seekers in Pre-Ravaging 102, in Helix. This 332-year-old human is a 19th level cleric of Arcantryl. He is an Expert 9 (Archaeologist 5/Investigator 4)/Cleric 19 — OVL-28 with THAC0 12 and 126 HP. No longer the acting father-abbot of the Seekers' Chapterhouse, he has retired and abides in his tower in Wizardtower, a bastion that has stood for over six centuries. Fornost wasn't the original dweller. Some think he has ties to the wizard who raised the tower.

This will be Christmas number six without dad, bless his heart. But I sure am comforted knowing that his faith was solid, his eternity secure. Yes, I miss him. It's wistful, melancholic. But I know he is with the Lord, and therefore he is in perfect delight and security.

So while I'll be getting together with family and celebrating the Reason for the Season, dad is actually with Him. What a comfort and joy that is to know, and I'm thankful.

I'm going through old photos, optimizing, and blogging them. Here's one I found. I think it's when my nephew was born. This would have been in March 2018.

Yesterday at work I got my Azulle Plus stick-PC moved to TR and connected to my 32" Samsung t.v. via HDMI cable. I plan to slowly build up a video library of psychoeducational group therapy material, which I will store on the attached King Dian 120 Gb external drive and on at least two external web repositories (box.com, pCloud).

My plan is to download educational video clips at home from YouTube and perhaps other sources, then copy them to storage attached to the Azulle Plus for playback on demand. That way, I'm not placing any undue stress of the work network.

It's 6:52 am. We've been up a few minutes, and discovered Emma already in Susan's chair and watching Inkheart :)

Last night after we got home from taking the family out to eat at Little Taste of Texas in Glasgow, Susan and I watched a movie titled Fractured, about a guilt-ridden alcoholic that becomes delusional, with tragic consequences.

Although I'm pretty sure I've got this picture archived on my TNAS and MyCloud devices, as well as multiple cloud services accounts, this morning I Facebooked this picture of dad taken in 1949 when he was twelve years old. I contacted dad's first cousin Sheila Frech via FB Messenger to see if she'd be interested in having the actual photograph. She is indeed, and I'll mail it to her from work on Monday.

I've mopped, which will please Susan. I think I'm going to perhaps read a bit on my Kindle then possibly nap a bit. I've mirrored my updated Flatpress blog to my ThinkCenter PC's primary drive and to my NAS this morning.

Susan has gone out to track down a couple of patients and see to them, and at 11:15 am Grant has finally risen. The girls have been up for awhile, especially Emma. It's a beautiful Fall day. I saw where Ken Hill ran in the Downtown Days' 5-K this morning. I may do 10-K this afternoon, depending on the weather and my disposition. If I don't I'm probably run tomorrow.

Here is a picture of my dad in his younger years. He's holding a revolver. He sure did love guns and shooting. Dad died March 16, 2018. Sure do miss him!