I’m going back to Iceland. Tomorrow.

I just got off the phone with Ingólfur, the man for who I built the polar bear, and they need to make some changes to the bear. He asked if I would be willing to come out. Heck, yeah. So, I’m getting on a plane tomorrow morning at 5:30 a.m. I’ll spend a week in Iceland and then be back the following Friday.

Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a lot to get done suddenly.

I took a bath last night, but the water cooled too quickly. I am beginning to suspect that my primary reason to want to return to Iceland is, ironically, that I’m tired of being cold all the time.