I'm sitting at the Arlanda airport with half an hour to kill before I have to go through security, on my way over the big pond to the west to visit Jacob for a couple of weeks as I regularly do, every autumn and spring.

I'm tired like hell, having slept way too little last night, but a nice night it was, still. I've said goodbye to loved ones that I will miss while I'm away, but will see again when I get back to Sweden. And yet, I look forward to seeing my son again, it's been just too long.

I aim to write fairly often, let's see if I can reach that aim to my satisfaction.

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