White out

When I walked off the set just now the world was white. Sky, ground, everything. We’ve got horizontal snow whipping across the parking lot.

President of Iceland

Today the President of Iceland came to visit the set. He was supposed to have come once before but something came up. I didn’t get to meet him because I was lying on the floor working when he came in. People seem to like him.

Morning view

This is a view of my street at 8:30 this morning. Sunrise starts around nine am. The sun isn’t actually over the horizon yet, and it is 9:30.

We’ve found each other

It turns out that he was home the whole time, but didn’t hear the phone or the buzzer because he was asleep with his ear plugs in. Sigh. The poor guy is having a hard time adjusting to this time zone, which is not helped by the limited daylight hours.

So, I had a nice lunch and wrote fourteen hundred words on my story. Rob had a good nap. Now we are both feeling better about life.

Sadness and slight annoyance

Rob is not in the apartment and he did not take the cellphone with him. He does, however, have the only set of keys. So, I’m locked out and have no idea how to find him. In revenge, I have taken myself to Hresso for a nice lunch and a coffee.

I’ll also work on my novel while I’m here. I hit the half-way point this weekend, and should be able to crank out a couple thousand words while I wait for my husband to resurface.

Going home

No. Don’t get your hopes up, I’m just heading back to the apartment. David has offered to stay in and cover me today.

Bond, James Bond

Well, I have no photos of Magnus’s party yet, so you can’t see Rob and me dolled up in our finery, but I can tell you that we had a good time. The theme of the party was James Bond, and everyone was either in tuxedos and evening dress or dressed as villians. It was a lot of fun.

I made Rob bring the dress I got for my birthday. Yes, people did take pictures, but my camera does not have a flash. Sorry.

Today we went to Sarah’s for brunch and then all went to Stokkseyri to the ghost museum (very cheesy) and to Fjorubordid for lobster. Sorry this website is in Icelandic, but the pictures are good.

The wind was very strong, and I could not hold the camera any steadier than this.

Returning the Tuxedo

Yesterday we picked up Rob’s tuxedo for Magnus’s birthday party tonight. When he tried it on after we got home, it was the wrong size. So we spent a portion of today returning it and trying to get one that fit well. Fortunately the woman at the shop agreed with us that it did not look good and was baffled by what had happened.

After that we wandered through Reykjavik and looked at some of the Icelandic design clothes. Rob liked the work in my favorite store Spaks.

Rob in the studio

When we got up this morning, it had snowed overnight. We had walked through town yesterday and seen snow flurries, but none of it was sticking. Evidently the temperature dropped precipitously during the night. This photo was taken of the sunrise (about 10:30) out the greenroom window at the studio.

And here is Rob, settling into a routine at work admirably. That’s Sunday’s New York Times in his hands. That’s Jodi in the background.

Wonderful Sarah

Sarah, (who plays Trixie), has offered to cover for me tomorrow, since she’s not in this episode. Which means that I get to spend all day with Rob. I am beaming, nay, glowing with happiness at the prospect. Of course, he’s likely to sleep for the first part of the day, but–and this is embarrassingly personal–I’m so in love that I’m looking forward to watching him sleep. How sappy is that?

I’m going to stop this post before I embarass myself further.

Rob is on his way

According to my clock, Rob left Portland ten minutes ago. I’m very, very, very excited that I will see him in less than sixteen hours. Not that I’m counting…

Latest wordcount

20,331 words which is 41% of my goal. Whee. The last three nights I’ve gone to Hresso to write. Getting out of the apartment makes it easier to focus on writing instead of tending to household chores. On the other hand, that means that it takes longer to get my laundry finished. But my novel is speeding along.

Tough times with lollipops

I feel like I’ve been beaten. Þor and I just did a scene with Ziggy that went really poorly. It was hard because we had to cover a wide distance with live hands and handle many, many props. I kept getting caught showing my head or a sleeve, it was very frustrating and physically draining.

Þor was really great and understanding about the challenges that I was facing.