No Arvingarna...

Do you remember Arvingarna? The group I was supposed to meet last Friday? I didn't get to. Those darn guys decided to arrive later to Skellefteå, so the night reporter got to meet them instead. He's 60 and I really thought that was a waist. But when I arrived yesterday to work, Arvingarna's last album, signed, was on my desk. Thanks for that, Calle! He was off yesterday, but today I'll give him a hug. :) I'm listening to them right now.


I started editing yesterday. Snutte started his new job yesterday. When we finally met, at eight last night, we were both smiling big. I love editing, he loves his new job. This will be a good week! :)


Erika left yesterday. Today she's in Miami.

Earlier: I gave blood. I'm on my sixth year, still going strong.
Now: Lunch.
Later: Work