That he shouldn't have been there today. I know. Shut up.
In other news, I got to celebrate being Swedish a little today, as I attended the Drott Lodge's annual Swedish Bazaar in Potomac, Maryland. I paid a lot of money for stuff I didn't need, but reminded me of "home," whatever that is. I got mostly Christmas ornaments (including a new straw goat), but I also got some food, including Swedish cheese and some candy. The affair was very small; TCEP was larger in scale. It was held in one big room that was a reception area for a local church. I had some Swedish food, which did not include lutefisk. They had a small group playing Swedish music, and everyone there was like older than dirt. I'd say 3/4ths of everyone there was retirement age or older. I chatted up with someone who was 87, who gave me his advice on how to remember Finnish surnames. It was a very... cheerful atmosphere. I got very homesick, which is stupid, because I live some 20 minutes away from where I grew up. Oh well. Jag förstår inte mig. Livet är fyllt av överraskningar.