5/22 Gothenburg. Around Härlanda Tjärn, first run with my daughter where I was heavily breathing and she had no trouble making it through the three-and-a-half miles, which was not the case even a year ago. – She tells me I did well.

I am getting more anxious. The simple packing of things for a weekend across the ocean sends me into panic. Does this come with age? I seem difficult to be around when it happens. J suggests I seek medical help, which I will indeed do.