I’m popping out to Kristiansand to help my family with some work on our cabin. It’s in the remote woods of southern Norway, so I may not come back alive. If I don’t, you’ll just have to put me in my chair, turn down the temperature and open up a few windows.
Otherwise, I’ll be back Tuesday.
Yes. There comes a time in a man’s life when he needs to walk into the forest and chop down some trees. It is an ancient hair-growing ritual.