It’s a beautiful day in Stockholm. The sun is shining, and I’m sure there’s going to be an obnoxious amount of people taking Sunday walks. It’s all false, because it’s cold and crisp, albeit not necessarily unpleasant. The difference will – hopefully – be huge when I step off the plane at Malaga airport tomorrow afternoon. But before then I have a lot of things to do, including packing and walking Paazu.

It’s been a while since I went on a trip by myself. I wonder if that’ll feel weird tomorrow?