Day 90. 57 pages, 24,081 words.
Back from Sweden as of this morning, expecting it to be quiet in town. I understand that today is midsummer (Juhannus), even though the summer solstice was actually a couple of days back.
It’s also the seventh birthday of my brilliant and wonderful firstborn, Wump.
Seven. Seven years old. Seven.
I mean, honestly. What the actual Hell.
Happy birthday, Wiggles.