Okay. Hm. Yes. So.

Adam’s handed his notice in and is starting his new job in Denmark on March 1st. He received the job offer pr. e-mail yesterday. They’re offering him a staggering 34.000 dkr. pr month. That’s about 23.000 dkr. after tax every month. We should be able to live on that. But that’s by the by. I’m already massively stressed. Completely stressed. No ends of lists of things to do are writing themselves in my brain as I type. Arranging the move. Sorting the house. Packing. Cancelling and connecting. Paperwork, living permit, passports, etc. Details excluded.

So, I guess that’s it. My Paradise is Lost. Living in the Sticks, here I come.

Mette, I hope you have time to come help me out some time late in Feb. when we come back.

Gosh.

Moving to Denmark – I swore I never would, but there I go.

I shall miss Lufbro. Very much.

Still poorly, by the way, but feeling a lot better than I did yesterday.

In shock.