Right now my dear wife is flying somewhere high in the sky on her way to visiting my son Lennart who has been living in LA for the last several months, stopping over in the windy city of Chicago where she'll have to change planes. Indeed it is a strange idea that Thea and I will soon be separated by no less that seven thousand miles or so. One week and then she will be back, so I guess I will be able to survive just fine. With a little help of my kids, of course.