As noted earlier in this blog, the Summer Solstice occurred EVERYWERE IN THE WORLD except Sweden on June 21st. But Swedes, who seem to think there’s no point in celebrating a holiday unless it’s part of a three day weekend, always *move* this astronomical occurrence to the Saturday closest to June 21st … and then give themselves the day before it off from work.
So tomorrow is Midsommarafton (literally “Midsummer’s Eve”) and I guess that makes today Midsummer’s Eve Eve … which means everyone scrambles for a way to get out of the office early.
I managed to score a ride back to Malmö from a colleague, and was so excited about getting to avoid the train that I walked out the door without Dr. Darling‘s birthday present. She hits the big 3-0 on Sunday and I have nothing to give her unless I A) go back to my office during the weekend or 2) buy something else in the next two days … which will be kind of tough considering just about every kind of retail establishment save grocery stores will be closed because of the holiday.
I am clearly a candidate for the world’s worst spouse.