Got my boobs squeezed by the boob squeezing machine, crossways and sideways.

The nurse keeps pushing the button that pushes those plastic plates together until I think “this is not just uncomfortable but actually starting to hurt” and then I think that it’s only 10 seconds and that’s totally doable.

The whole process was very streamlined and efficient, I was in and out in no more than fifteen minutes.

The sweet smell of lilacs is everywhere.

I was going to sit there to eat my dinner. I guess that spot was nice and warm for him.

Met up with a friend. He’s an avid outdoors bather and suggested that we go take a dip in a nearby lake. I’m usually not so tempted by cold-water swimming (and it cannot be anything but cold at this time of the year) because my body is not so good at regulating its temperature, but I’ve also decided to be the kind of person who says yes and tries new things, so I said yes. The place where we got into the water was a slippery rock, so there was no way to ease myself in while shivering and commenting on how cold it was. Diving right in was the only option. It was pretty horribly cold at first, but the body did acclimate. We swam all the way across the northwest arm of lake Flaten and back again.

Afterwards we baked a roll cake filled with a rhubarb compote and a mascarpone and lemon curd filling. Decorated the slices with more of the mascarpone and lemon cream, topped them with raspberries, and it looked very festive. And tasted quite delicious. If I ever bake this one again, I’d take more of the rhubarb compote and try to make the mascarpone filling a bit less sweet.

This was supposed to be lilies of the valley, with ground cover in between.

On the left, Omphalodes verna.

On the right, Tiarella cordifolia.

The latter is by now purely theoretical-historical; I can’t spot a single live specimen. Already two years ago they weren’t doing so well, and now they’re all gone. I can’t say it makes me happy, but it is definitely interesting that a supposedly reliable ground cover plant for shade is not just languishing but just completely gone after a few years. It really didn’t like this spot.

The metro tile wall embroidery is not making me happy at all. I don’t enjoy working on it. But it’s embroidery day and I wanted to be doing something, so I made some random waves on a random thrifted towel.

End-of-term concert for the orchestra where Adrian is a percussionist. No, you can’t see him in the photo, not even a glimpse of his head, but I promise he was there.

I sometimes envy Nysse his absolute relaxation.

Also: I notice that I can no longer distinguish the part of his tail that was shaved.

I have plenty of flex hours banked and could absolutely get to work half an hour later, almost a full hour, even. But when I do occasionally leave home even just a little bit later, I am reminded about why I don’t like to. Traffic picks up quickly, especially when I get closer to the city. I like having plenty of room, not needing to brake or get out of the way for others.

It’s nice to not struggle to find a parking spot for the bike, and to know that nobody will have taken my favourite desk.

Lövsjön to Kolmården, 2 km.

The only thing left for today was to walk out of the forest to the main road at Kolmården, and then take the bus + train + bus + train combo back home. Which wasn’t as easy as it sounded. I needed the bus from Kolmården Zoo to Kolmården station. I stood at the stop for buses heading towards “Kolmården” but when the bus arrived and I got on and told the driver where I was going, he said he was going the other way. So in order to get to Kolmården station, I actually wanted the bus for Norrköping, not for Kolmården. Oh well. Luckily the next bus left only half an hour later.