February 20. Worst threat: when someone invades my territory and makes themselves at home in it. Maybe that’s why I’m so relieved, why I’m so determined to keep leaving the kids to their own devices for extended periods of time. I pace back and forth restlessly during those times.

The hurricane has returned, and tomorrow, again, all flights in Amsterdam are cancelled. I will spend the night here in Gothenburg at the airport. Irrespressibly looking forward to locking myself up in a hotel room.