Manchego

Yesterday, through the snowstorm, I could hear a jet engine spinning up as SAS departed for Stockholm. Still on the ground in Umeå, I was reminded of the Holzbrätchen that somehow made it to Lyktvägen back in November, thinking that the time had finally come to make use of it.

As I slowly recover from what turned out to not be Covid (even if I still think it was), I went for a 30-minute walk in the afternoon sunshine with Anna and Eddie, picking up a white turtleneck sweater suitable for any critical theory classes that I may teach. Assuming further health improvement, I plan to go for some gentle skiing tomorrow morning. But first, cheese and prosciutto.