I’ve learned a couple things over the last 36 hours…not the least of which is that I’ve got to stop drinking coffee in the afternoons.
Yesterday was my first day back to work following the 4-day Easter holiday weekend (which might as well have been a whole week off based on how lost I felt upon returning to my office). One of the bonuses of working here is that there is basically freshly-brewed (and typically strong) Swedish coffee available almost all day long.
Now when I lived in the U.S., I rarely drank coffee past 11 a.m., but here in Vikingland a cup of coffee after lunch and another one for mid-afternoon fika is something of a ritual…and one I had no trouble embracing. At least not until last night when I proceeded to toss and turn and basically NOT sleep at all. Okay, perhaps that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I honestly do think that I was awake for more than half of the time I was in bed…meaning I got 3.5 hours of sleep TOPS and that’s just not nearly enough.
The other part of the problem was that I had visions of roomy new apartments dancing through my head all night. Since we started spreading the word that we’re in the market for a new place, friends and colleagues have been sending all kinds of helpful resources and listings our way. In fact, we’ve actually got an appointment tonight to look at a big apartment in the city-center (which means it will either be steeped in historic charm or steeped in mold and termites). It’s not our first choice of a location, but we figure it won’t hurt to look. Who knows…maybe we’re urbanites and we don’t even realize it?