I'm off to the frozen north in the morning, going to wrestle Vikings in a hot spring or whatever it is you do in Iceland. It's kind of a funny time to be leaving Seattle, since life in the last month or so has gone all romance and intrigue and upsets and reversals and unexpected shenanigans. I am sorely in need of a vacation, and I'm looking forward to making friends with a new city and some icebergs and fjords. I am restless in a way that suits a landscape of active volcanoes. As usual.
When I get back we'll talk about reindeer and puffins and cold clear air, and maybe a little bit about romance and intrigue too.
When I get back we'll talk about reindeer and puffins and cold clear air, and maybe a little bit about romance and intrigue too.
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