GREETINGS FROM THE SUB-ARCTIC Sometimes a single grain of sand can stand out on a vast beach… Stanley stole my spot, then sacked out, snoring in my face as if to lord his position over me. I let him have that spot because he is an olympic-caliber sleeper.  My wife was at a conference in…

GREETINGS FROM THE SUB-ARCTIC Stanley is exploring the extremes of his ability to sleep at least twenty hours a day. It’s gotten cold, like really cold once more. Easy come. Easy go. The roads have a nice ice glare to them.  Stanley is never too far from baby Yoda. He gives his favorite toy prime…