I am back. The birds are chirping outside my window, Sara Lidman has died some time ago, sweden is being drowned in rain, snow and ice in Germany. Ok, so others have a worse summer than we this year, but really, this much rain? Yeesh. And not even a proper net connection here on our little island. Yes, we have conducted our yearly migration to summer camp, where the sea is near, food is often grilled over open fire and we regrade to more primitive primates. Lovely. And the reading is good too. I have been laughing my head off reading Neal Stephenson, first off was Quicksilver, now Confusion is almost finished. Do yourself a favour, pick it up!