I made it safely here with no problems in transit. 2000 words written on the novel. I would have gotten more, but was sitting next to a lovely Welsh woman on the plane and once you start chatting with someone whose voice is that lovely, it’s hard to stop.

A driver picked me up and brought me to the apartment. It was around 8:00 by the time we left the airport. The sky was dark and clear; a light dusting of frost coated the moss and sparkled in the moonlight so beautifully that I was forced to use cliched adjectives like “magical” to describe it.

Rob and I had a happy reunion.

It’s now about three o’clock and I need to get outside if I’m to take advantage of the remaining hour of daylight. Ah. Winter in Iceland.