It’s super foggy here in Stockholm tonight. So foggy, in fact, that my usual view is gone. The water, the neighboring island of Kungsholmen, city hall and the lights of the city are all gone, blanketed over with a thick curtain of fog. So now I am looking out into black instead of the usual view you see at the top of the page. Even though I know it’s temporary, it’s still rather disconcerting. It feels like someone has broken into my flat and taken my artwork. So instead Robert and I are upstairs, hanging out in front of the fire. It’s a cozy way to end a Sunday at least.