And why exactly do I think I need all this stuff? I got my clothes nicely curated. But this stuff is something else. I got most of it into the pack. And the pack now weighs 10.5 pounds. That means I added 5 pounds of junk to my bag. Will reassess tomorrow. Who knows, I might actually “need” all this stuff?
Oslo is looking to be in the 40° and sunny range when I arrive on Saturday at noonish. The next day, Bergen, where I get the ferry, is supposed to be in the 30s and snowy. You take the weather you get.
Life continues at The Asylum. One functional resident can’t take it anymore and he is moving out. For many, leaving is an economic impossibility. For others, self-included, not sure that there really is a better option. For the most part, The Asylum means well. Bless its heart.