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On the move

Gearing up again to go down to Uppsala in the morning. As usual, I’m only about halfway packed and I haven’t yet decided what I plan to wear. The forecast has it looking to be fairly warm, if cloudy and occasionally rather breezy. Those are the hardest days to dress for, and I always manage somehow to get it wrong.

This will be a long trip, with me being away eight days and seven nights. Worse yet, I’ll be gone twelve of seventeen nights, including two weekends in a row. The kids, as you might imagine, are not especially happy about that and I confess that I’m not either. Needs must, however, and after that stretch and one more trip that’s down-and-back on the same day, I’ll have a little more than two solid months at home. I think we all need that.