In the morning, after several phone calls, some deadlines were unexpectedly moved forward. This was mostly a good thing, but I found it hard to shift focus back to my main project.
We’re hacking up a prototype in XMetal, and it would normally be lots of fun. But the beginning of a cold made me feel unproductive and awkward.
Early in the evening I went to Riddarfjärdsskolan and saw the Dance Academy’s annual exhibition. Some of Sweden’s best young dancers study there – so it was the usual awkward but interesting mix: some classics to please the old audience, some brand-new compositions and many young, talented but unexperienced dancers trying to find their own voices.
I went alone, Aila was still in bed with fever. I never asked anyone else.