I've gone through the cycle of disbelief, claustrophobia, despair, and cooking.
Prelude to Iceland
The day of our trip to Iceland, I woke up exceptionally early for no reason I could identify other than being extremely thirsty. Unable to return to sleep, I played with Toki, our sweet and goofy black cat until Rebecca awoke much later. We made our coffee, got cleaned up, and ran a few last-minute … Continue reading Prelude to Iceland