Woke up...

Woke up today...dreamed that we started serving spaghetti bolognese for fika in New Life, and also tacos...have sore throat and a voice like the SVT1 News-guy from the bottom of a zinc mine in Lycksele...These things happen when you share fried banana with your daughter on the same spoon as she sneezes and sniffles...beautiful September days here with fast-blowing clouds...there are moments when it seems I just seconds ago landed here, the wondrous thrilling foreign-ness of it all hitting like a Scania truck with moose-bars...Thank God for every new waking moment, or at least, half-awake moment...alltjämt odla tacksamhet, vid varje stund...toujours cultiver la reconnaissance, à chaque instant...Nostalgia ain't what it used to be, but I am thankful for here and now, and will be thankful tomorrow for the there and then...