Ah, okay, now I get it. This is jetlag. So tired that I’m kind of dizzy. Disoriented. Loopy. Hard to believe it’s the the NEXT FREAKIN’ DAY?! Somebody please mark my sleeping on international flights strategy FAIL. It didn’t help that the college dude and dudette realized they were soul mates in the seats right behind me by talking for Seven. Straight. Hours. I wanted to turn around and ask them to just f#*k and get it over with, so I could get some peace and quiet. Grumpy and jealous/old feeling is not a good combo.

We managed to get checked in and cleaned up in time to walk around and notice that this place is Bugaboo City. Strollers and bike seats are everywhere, and so are the dads with their kids. Troy got a year’s worth of b-roll in about 10 minutes. Amazing.

The first event was a lunch/lecture/discussion with Peter Orn, one of the men that comprised the “Dad Committee” that helped shape the current Swedish family leave policy. We will do a show on this topic to air in July, but the basic outline is that every family is given 480 days of government subsidized family leave — starting at 80% of pay and stepping down over time — with 60 days earmarked only for use by the dad — to be used before the kid turns 8. (If you have thoughts, I started a discussion on the community.)

We leave in less than an hour for a trip to the “Ice Bar” and then a cruise around the “Archepilogo.” I probably will not make it to post about tonight.

I feel very strange.