Since I'm writing this blog right now, then you probably realize that I'm not on a train on my way to eastern Sweden (although they probably have internet on the train now).
Annika called this morning and said that her husband was really sick last night. He was going to go to the doctor today, and she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to go after all. He wanted her to go anyway, so we went ahead with our plans. We met at the train station a half hour before we the train was supposed to leave. Just then her husband called and said the doctor wanted to admit him to the hospital. She felt like she wanted to stay here to be with him, and I'm glad she did, because it wouldn't have been the same kind of trip if she had been worried about him the whole time. They're worried about him because he's been sick a lot this fall and really rundown and they're thinking the big scary C. But it could be that he just has a bad urine infection. We're keeping our fingers crossed.
So, anyway, now I'm going to go up to the cabin this weekend with Gaute and the boys. We're leaving tomorrow morning, so it'll just be a short trip, but I'm looking forward to it.