Darker roast

Drinking dark roasted coffee from the backstreets of Naples (a city which according to The Guardian epitomises the present like few other) as I am trying to soothe my suddenly sore throat. With Covid cases left, right, and centre, I plan to work from home today and do my best to recover in time for my Sunday ultra in southern Portugal.

Yesterday, I drove down to Halmstad with a few more boxes in a grey Peugeot 208, passing signs pointing to Tjolöholms castle, Grimeton and the Ringhals Nuclear Power Plant, each with its stories and memories. Now stranded under a blanket at home, I should finish grading a few papers and then make some more coffee.