Hartfield, Logan, Klefavik, Flesland...

It's 5AM in Iceland, which means it's 1AM in the Eastern Time Zone I left and 7AM in Norway which I'm going to. My flight there isn't scheduled to leave for another three and a half hours though. I mostly read a book on the last flight and did not sleep but the last hour or so. I have reached the pits of despair in my tired state. I don't not see this evening with Cara going well if I place it realistically in my head. I keep imagining that she will see me, her heart will melt, and we'll embrace in the love we've always shared for eachother. I think there's a 0% chance of that happening in real life though.

Side note: I think I'm the only one in the Keflavik airport not having alcohol with their breakfast. I'm having coffee. And Coca-Cola. I'm trying to stay awake long enough to catch my flight. I also smell like a wildabeast. I should get home with just enough time to shower before Zara gets home from school. Then we'll setup her new phone. There's no good way to tell Cara that I'm back in Bergen and at our house because she doesn't want me there, so I should probably just get it over with then. Maxwell won't be there because he's off on an overnight school trip. I expect Cara to be perfectly unreasonable about it, and maybe even try to take Zara and leave. I'm not really looking forward to it.