Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!

That's the name of the calendar that Santa Claus left in my stocking. I can't wait to see what other pearls of wisdom it has to dispense throughout the new year...

Anyway, the expression captures the sentiment I felt when riding the tram yesterday. The little screens were posting all the changes to the TPG schedule, and what do you know -- they actually decided to send buses to the airport and train station in time for people to catch the first plane or train out of Geneva in the morning. Isn't that positively ingenious?

No more walking 45 minutes to the station because I can't afford a cab...