Carlsberg Aviator

The calm of my astronaut-early morning run was abruptly interrupted by a wild boar crossing the trail ahead of me at full speed. Taken aback by its explosive movement, I stopped for a second and appreciated the fact that it was only one and not dozens.

A few hours later, Anna was on a train up to Gothenburg to be with the kids and I was at Landvetter, taking part in the last BioClaims meeting of the spring semester. Then, after a quick hop in the air aboard Torborg Viking, I was back at Kastrup and the Carlsberg Aviator lounge, which I last checked out on my way to Portugal in December. Six short months ago, but already sort of a lifetime, the past year has truly been one of accelerating space-time compression.

Having spent the last few days writing like there was no tomorrow, I am now reading up on the work of the other workshop participants. Landing at seven, I expect an early evening in Naples, perhaps over some pasta and a glass of Montepulciano, before exploring more of the city at dawn in my running shoes.