All These Hotel Rooms
All these hotel rooms. All these different and very temporary “homes” away from home.
All these hotel rooms. All these different and very temporary “homes” away from home.
I’m sitting in the hotel restaurant having dinner. The music is loud. Incredibly loud. Why?
It’s Saturday morning. Early morning. Coffee. Thinking. More coffee. Some browsing. And some more coffee with a side of more thinking about what to do today.
It’s time to fess up: I’m an Adult Fan of Lego (AFOL)! Big time AFOL! “Big time” as in I can spend hours “playing” with Lego, and as in having already spent way too …
OK … here we go! … again! Yes, I am again re-starting this blog. And yes, I again have this urge to write more … a lot more.
It’s been a long year. A very long year! So much has happened. So much has changed. And yet so many things never got done.
I have this song in my head — “Are Friends Electric?” by Gary Numan — and it’s very apropos.
It’s a strange feeling to sit in these coffee shops in the morning, watching people get their coffee, pastry, sandwich, tea, or whatever. Some …
Another morning in Stockholm. Another coffee shop. Another day of …
It’s been almost 2 weeks now since I completely rebooted my …
Well, it’s day one as an ex-expat back in Sweden after 35 years …
I’m enjoying my experience in the fediverse andI feel that I …