sixtynine

This day flew by. Lots of people over and a lot to do. So I forgot this - again.

And I had such plans for 69...

sixtyeight

I almost forgot this today, so I snapped one with my laptop's "photo booth". This is the first attempt. No photoshop or other tampering.
This is the dark truth. It's late.

sixtyseven

I put on my new necklace. An old print-type-thingy with the letter T. I love it.

A very at home day being worried about the has-to-dos, that don't need to be done right now. It's difficult to relax, but I am trying.

sixtysix

Drove home after a busy day visiting here and there. Blown away (again) by the beauty of the light and landscape of Swedish countryside. A good day on the whole.

sixtyfive

Pressure i don't need and opinions I don't share. Today it got to me when it didn't have to. I try to walk away from it...

sixtyfour

I spent last night in total bliss... I rearranged all my yarns in the cabinet.

Today I've been showing off my yarn to appreciative admirers who came to visit. It feels like vacation for real when you can spend hours on end talking about, and petting yarn.

sixtythree

Today sweat and fatigue is over shadowed by the love of yarn. Photo of reflection in yarn cabinet door.

Slowly going back to normal.

(I'm realising you keep getting the same faceshots over and over. I will start managing my fear of my bulging silhouette and my misshapen feet eventually. Still working on feeling cute up here.)

sixtytwo

The daylight confuses me. Jetlag and narcolepsi have a lot in common. A weird day of doing a lot and nothing all at once.

sixtyone

I have slept about three hours since that last photo, and it's almost exactly 12 hours later. Not sure what day it is without using a calender and a calculator combined. Nice to be home though.

sixty

This photo is taking in dawn light over Copenhagen before landing at 6.35 this morning. I had then been awake only twenty hours or so... In my head, it's just 12.35 am.

fiftynine

Corn on the cob followed by cookie dough chocolate chip ice cream. I've had worse.

A good day on the whole, but this emotional roller coaster will probably be more exhausting than jet lag going home.

fiftyeight

We saw the Liberty Bell and are still gobsmacked. Or we're just too tired to stay sane. I'm not sure which. A confusing day filled with good experiences and heavy emotional luggage. Oh joy.

We find ways to keep smiling together. Or rather: He keeps me smiling.

fiftyseven

A star in stripes, and the stars and stripes.

New York, New York. My feet hurt in your honor.

Damn how we walked. And walked. In the heat.

fiftysix

More yarn shopping, but also a first glance of Philadelphia. 103 degrees Fahrenheit (about 40 centigrade) makes this one of the warmest days I can remember. Good shopping, bad sweating.

fiftyfive

Knit shopping. Yarn, gadgets and books. Finding new soul mates in the little ladies in the Wonderful store I found. (Twist - New Hope, PA). Apart from the heat it's a wonderful day.

Still keeping some things on the inside, because I need to.

fiftyfour

Missing Rolff. Cuddling substitute dog Sweetie.

fiftythree

I am sharing wonderful experiences with my Loved One. I focus on that good part.

(And no, that is not a wallpaper behind us. It is the actual View.)

fiftytwo

This was His day. Gettysburg. I was in no way this bored - it was actually quite exiting, but it is the only photographic evidence I have showing I was there...

fiftyone

A day of travelling by car. Not much to report except jet lag and a very loud air conditioner in a hotel. Many things are very American. I am not.

fifty

Flying to the US to visit my father. Eight hour flight screwing with time differences. I am tired and slightly intimidated by what this trip could be like.