I am so tired that I think I could sleep for a week straight, except that the chimney sweep guy is coming bright and early tomorrow morning, and I have to be up to let him in and out. With any luck, he’ll be here and gone before Tage wakes up and I can go back to bed after that, but I’m not going to hold my breath.

Also, Olof is leaving at five in the morning to work in Stockholm for two days, and that means no afternoon naps for me either tomorrow or Thursday. Curses.

And I just realized that I wrote a note with the “purple heart” crayon that I had vowed to boycott. If Crayola crayons weren’t such a hot commodity around here, I might throw it out, but as it is I can’t bear to.