Mostly uneventful and boring. Sweden is still quite beautiful from the train, eastern Denmark is not (I remember one of my Danish friends – or maybe it was Jens Palsberg during the Age of Lambda Torture with extra Lambdas – telling me you could stand on a beer box at see all the way across Denmark, it was so flat. It does appear to have Holland beat…), Torsten is still super-travel-baby, and Christian hurt his knee and back somehow while being King of the Pack Mules.
Whee.
The only excitement at all so far is that apparently the Swedish baby formula we just bought for Torsten isn’t quite what we thought it was (though it does the trick for the most part), and little Mr. T has gas. We’ll remedy this soon.
Oh, and Torsten’s picked up more women. Seriously. Women of all ages seem unable to resist The Small Monster of Doom&tm;.
That’s pretty much it. You may now go back to your regular reading….


