CAPTIVE
We are ruining Karin’s life. RUINING it. How, you might ask? By living where we do (and by not letting her do ANYTHING, EVER but that’s another post). How COULD we choose to live in Flyinge? What in god’s name possessed us? WHAT WERE WE THINKING? That’s the gist of the text conversation I had with her this afternoon, while I was trying to get through the afternoon of my first day back at work after 2.5 weeks off. Good thing she wasn’t in arm’s reach or she might no longer have arms herself or at least thumbs to text...