Back in the south of Sweden, in my house. It’s late afternoon as I type this. I got to bed thirteen hours ago, and just recently finished my coffee. That should give you a sense of how my day is going, twisted and raw. Which is fine, because sitting up talking and drinking bourbon with my (fake) mother-in-law was nice. My head didn’t think so when the built-in alarm clock in my fuzzy mind said that I should get up at seven this morning though. So I didn’t, and here we are.
A shower, a walk, and then I think it’s Bloody Mary time. Have a good one, folks.