It’s nearing my second midsummer in Sweden and days are skipping by in their usual fairytale style. Much of what has occurred could easily have been conjured by my fantasy but there are occasional reminders that it is in fact reality. As usual, events are nothing short of extreme, and there had been a soul shaking cocktail of sensations. Yesterday swung from refreshment filled meetings with the topcats at the city council to layering on the third coat of kitchen paint and standing the the shower resembling a badly made-up fourteen year old with smudged mascara. Routine and stability are still something that escapes me somewhat.