July 9. Brought the kids home. They do not raise their arms as their mother hugs them.

Once again I check in at the lakeside country estate hotel half an hour outside Gothenburg, for nine hours. Sleep. Chess and video with my son. I promise to do more of that moving forward. At eight in the evening, I try to find a restaurant. That is difficult in these small towns where everything closes at nine. There is an Indian place that has dinner ready within five minutes, but none of the other restaurants recommended it to me.

I’d like to try whether I can still read outside at midnight, but I’d have to set an alarm clock for that.