2/22 Melodifestivalen, my daughter and a friend make signs to hold up in front of the TV when their star sings. J at a loss parsing European camp, she keeps wanting to know if it’s sincere or not. Heavenly bodies: We navigate through a space station in weightlessness. I have to play around like a baby and make sure I don’t break anything, float off into space or disturb the adults. My son masters it like a monkey.