The year 2024 has had a very rocky start so far. First, at the beginning of the year, we had to clear out the apartment on the mainland - security renovations. This meant, among other things, moving thousands of books to alternate locations. When I finally got back to the island, the water pipes in the house were frozen - we had a strong arctic wind and temperatures of -19 degrees. There is still water in the sauna - otherwise I would be doomed. And now I'm in bed for the second day with a virus, too weak to move. Where the hell did I get it? I haven't seen anyone for days. On the ferry maybe?