I don’t think I’ve “celebrated” midsummer since I left Uppsala. Not that I’m much for the traditions of herring and wooden dildos with vines, but spending time with friends and just relax on a porch and share a bottle of whisky. That I miss. One could argue, quite successfully, that I did all of this last weekend. But no, it was too planed in a way, nothing to barbecue and almost no time in the back yard. Apart from that though… I have no idea what this is going. I’ll lay in bed and watch some Ryan Reynolds’ sitcom instead.