My mother has bought a new cat. It’s another Maine Coon. This one is *also* called Dee Dee, like the one who sadly died after only 6 months (bad gene-split, don’t ask). My father doesn’t know anything. At least not yet. I’m sure he’ll somewhat notice when the house suddenly has 4 cats instead of 3, but it’s hard to tell when it comes to that man.

I remember one time my mother had bought some new decorative pillows for the sofa many years ago, and she told me to put them on the floor next to the sofa. When I asked her why she said; “Because then he’ll be annoyed by the mess and actually notice them.” And that’s my dad, ladies and gentlemen… That’s my dad.

My mother has arranged to pick up the cat on Monday and drive through Sweden later the same day. But I also had to take a trip to Denmark to have some contracts and alike signed with my employer so I asked if I could tag along. We left Thursday night with the boat down to Hirtshals and spent 5 hours driving across/around the country. I got my contracts signed. Unfortunately though, I couldn’t travel back on Monday as Swedish Support is currently on vacation and I’m filling in for them. So I *have* to be ready for work Monday morning. So Saturday morning at 5 am, I was getting up to take the train back around the country again. Train took 5 hours and the shifts corresponded very well. My sister met me on the train station and we took the boat home. The reason why she met me is that it was actually cheaper to have two tickets going to Denmark and back, then it was for me to take the boat alone from Hirtshals to Larvik. Sad and annoying, but there you have it.

I’ve realised that such stressful trips like that are just trips I’m starting to get too tired to take. I remember commuting back and forth Denmark when visiting Marius once every month. Taking the train, Taking the plane, waiting for luggage, find Marius, get home, wait two days, take plane, waiting for luggage, take train, walk home. The whole process just tires me. Heck, just thinking about it is making me tired.

But fortunately, I don’t have to take these trips any more. In July there’s a big company party combined with a birthday party which Marius and I are going to. That’s over a weekend, and I think I’ll be calling me aunt to ask if we can borrow their summerhouse. And I’ll naturally fly down for the Christmas dinner. But as I’ll be flying down and have some time to spare, it’ll hopefully feel less stressful.

God, it’s like I’m getting too old or something…