It's fuckin typical that, after a 3 month break we're starting up on Sweden's unofficial national Day. Midsummer that goes back to the Vikings midsummer blot (sacrificial feast). Normally we celebrate this with friends eating grilled meat drinking mead (beer) and snaps. But my son is ill, high fever for a week, so we can't visit friends. We're having a family night. It's a really really bad night to sneak away and watch football.