Here for the breakfast

A distinct lack of sleep is threatening to shape this day, but I feel energized so it might turn out to be the opposite, in fact. Starting the last (official) workday of the week at a coffee shop close to my apartment. The coffee’s all right, but I’m here for the breakfast, something I rarely eat but sometimes want.

Heading north, to my summer home, late this afternoon. It’s snowing in Stockholm. I dread the weather up there…

Hold on tight, just one more to go before you get to sleep in.