Half way there seemed like such a milestone. 12th of May seemed like it was just so near. And it is. Because I cannot count. A one year old is able to count to 42. I am not.
On day 22 I found out that my journey finishes on the 17th. You can only imagine the depression I've had since. It topped itself today when I went to the supermarket (the supermarket really is my enemy) and remembered that I had to spend a Friday night on the couch eating dee-lish pizza and drinking boring water. I want Corona. I want Coke.
Also on day 22, IKEA had a sampling tray of Mjølk Chocklad. I immediately grabbed a knife and slid my wrists.
On a different note: Here is Gro drying in front of the heater tonight:
Så en tur til Kiel....
7 years ago