I’m on a train on my way to Stockholm. It’s packed, people heading home from Easter celebrations in the north, and others, like me, going there for the workweek.

I expect this week to be busy, some new developments that I need to tackle will make sure of that. I’m not rested enough, and don’t feel well enough to tackle all of this with my normal vigor and flippancy. Luckily there are talented people around me that can – and will – help.

It feels like I’ve spent most of Easter soaking in the bath. Brought me back to my years in Borlänge, with the woman I married and later divorced. My knees didn’t take kindly to the cold, and now, so many years later, they still don’t.