Fr. Vallhalla

Fr. Vallhalla is back from the locked ward on the North Pole. There were lovely people there and some terrible people but he enjoyed the experience. His table mate was a designer - female - and he gushed about her. It seems that he went around everywhere and talked to everybody which is just like him. His medication was probably adjusted, he was more talkative, but cannot pronounce words like "psychiatry" or "psychology" any longer. I have to finish sentences for him. I will pick him up next Wednesday for a ride because there won't be much time left to do this before the disease completely takes control of his mind.