En promenad på Sondag

Was a late night, last night, and that makes for a late to rise and slow moving, lazy Sunday morning.

I haven’t a way to describe the why and to preserve the anonymity of those involved, I won’t go into great detail, but I face today with a sundry of emotions.

On the positive side of things, my bestie and my roommate (and fam) are all on the same flight back to Dublin from Seattle. They’re still in the air (it isn’t a short flight, considering it’s direct from Seattle to Dublin, to be sure) but I hope to hear from them, soon, that they’re all safe and sound back in the land of Ire.

My roommate got a job working with my bestie; so, it’s funny how happenstances collide to conspire to make good things happen. Sadly, I didn’t impress one of the managers during my own interview gauntlet with said company, so I won’t be working there with them. As the French say, c’est la vie.

Luckily, the clouds stayed away today, so it’s a bright and sunny day.

So, having thoroughly explored Linköping and Norrköping, I hopped on the commuter train and went to Motala. It’s about the size of the largest city near where I grew up, so I figured it was worth a visit.

I’d been to Linghem, before, (which is also on the way) when I had the bout with abscess, and from what I saw, there wasn’t much to it.

So, Motala was the only one left.

Did I mention I like the Swedish countryside? It’s not as good as the English countryside, to be sure, but it has its own charms.

And then: A wild ladybug appeared.

No idea where it got off to, though.

My initial impression of Motala is that I like it. I’m not a fan of Sweden Mobile putting me on the Edge network, though, but what is one to do, yeah?

Everything was closed because it was Sunday. Sure, the Pressbyrån and the Subway restaurant were open but everything else was closed. It was kind of like how you’d imagine it being if some cataclysmic event happened. Remember the stand? Yeah, kind of like that.

So, hoped back on the train towards Norrköping and discovered I didn’t have enough to get back. Enter the Östgötatrafiken app to save the day. A 24-hour ticket? 125SEK (about €12.50).

Well, I think that will be it, for now. A lot on my mind and my heart, plus, I got this other thing I’m trying to get sorted by Monday. Le sigh.

Thanks for stopping by, dear reader.

As Jim Carey’s character says in Bruce Almighty, “And that’s the way the cookie crumbles.”