(There is no one Swedish side of the family. Both sides have ancestors of each ethnicity. Just a lot more Norwegians on Mom's side instead of an even mix. Yes, I know that some of you don't even consider these two distinct ethnicities. You should. Because they are.)
In news that isn't immediately related to intrafamilial ethnic unrest, I have acquired a talent for pulling the buttons off my winter coats this week, the book is doing this coy thing where it's sometimes utterly reasonable to work on and sometimes an utter beast, the beast is pretty much reasonable, and I am feeling distinctly short on brilliance at the moment. But I am fairly steady, and there's baking that needs doing as well as cooking, so I can actually use that remedy for lack of brilliance. Hurrah.
