Ah, jet lagged delirium.
I awoke this morning with no idea where I was, what time zone I was in, whose bed, etc. It's strange to have left my Nordic lands. But I am in a good place, both physically and mentally.
My father and his wife have carved out quite a utopia here on the rocky shores of New Brunswick, Canada. A magnificent garden, five chickens, and I have already been in a kayak. What more could I ask for at this strange, transitory moment of my life?