Scatterbrainy

Real life is beginning to insist on its right to become.
I am in the middle of it.
(in the becoming, not in life)

Yesterday started with a breakfast mingle with ex-Director of the Central Bank
Urban Bäckström. (Link Jnytt.se)
Well, I don't mean me and him were mingling.
In fact, the only interaction we had was him asking me "do you want my microphone?"
But still. He was there, I was there; and there was mingling.

The papers were there and I managed to slip into the picture.
(Can you slip into? or just out of...?)
Despite appearences, the event was not just for middleaged men.