October 18. This morning at dawn in the rush hour of Gothenburg, a bike and streetcar rush hour, and now a few blocks up and down Broadway for some final errands. Melatonin to get back into the right sleep rhythm.

Rode the scooter across town to pick up a rental bike for the ten minute ride to school with my son, ten minutes that were worth it.

Heartbreaking: he wants to know how many more blocks it is to my apartment, but there are no blocks here.

Weekend dad between continents. That’s new. B talks about her father, who came to Sweden once a year fifty years ago.