This story actually starts much earlier, but for the purposes of where I’m at today, we’ll start with Day 0 or Day 1 in Denmark. I might get around to telling you the full story at another point in time. Let’s see where this takes us. I wasn’t supposed to be on the plane August 7. Well, I was. But I wasn’t. It was a wild guess. An estimation of when I thought it might happen. I needed to buy a roundtrip ticket instead of one way after my last visit, and I projected out and decided August 7 would be a good day to fly back to Denmark, for good. For home. The paperwork was being completed on the US side, albeit very slowly, and I felt hopeful August 7 would still be in play. Then I visited the VFS office in Washington DC for my biometrics appointment on July 31. They took my passport. That wasn’t in the plans. I’d been told I didn’t have to give it to them. But they insisted. I told them I needed it for a flight on the 7th and they said “10–17 days is when you should expect it back.” Woo...