A week ago the weather in northern Norway was in the minuses. Minus degrees. Now we’re looking ahead to the days when we will be visiting and it’s warming up every single time I look at the long-range forecast. Stop it! I am not going to the arctic in February for my tan, people! I want to see snow, glorious snow, and lots of it. Weather is quite the cruel trickster. At this rate you’ll be reading news reports of a surprising spring heat wave in Tromsø and it will probably snow in Los Angeles while we’re gone.
Packing has been a journey. Now we are re-thinking all the weird clothing choices we made just a week ago, and I also recognize that I love drawing out the vacationy goodness of every trip by spending way more time than necessary on packing. This weekend I’m going to finish up whatever new clothes I’m making and hope to have my bags packed by the end of the weekend. I’m still taking the gigantic Land’s End coat I got on ebay but I’m not certain I’ll even need it since the current forecast has Tromsø warmer than Paris was at Christmastime.
Nonetheless, I’m suuuuuuper excited for this trip and the countdown is on. Everyone at work has been in a terrible mood for about two weeks. And I haven’t been sleeping much. Does anyone else have a geriatric cats that wails mercilessly in the night? Both Bob and Frankie do it and it’s making me insane. The vet says it’s not pain or discomfort, well, not for them. For me it’s so stressful and upsetting. I have tried calming treats and calming drops and now I have resorted to trying to keep them awake as much as possible during the day so they sleep more at night. If anyone has successfully cured the caterwauling feline, please tell me how! As of right now my current cure is to take lots and lots of vacations and give my housesitter combat pay. Definitely looking forward to getting some much-needed sleep on vacation. My eye bags have bags these days.
T minus a few days yet. Think snowy thoughts for us!
