This last week was a busy one. Monday I took Tage back to orchestra practice after a month’s break, then Tuesday I was in Uppsala all day. Wednesday was Yrsa’s fourth birthday, as well as Olof’s and my twelfth wedding anniversary, and Thursday I was one of the helper parents at Petra’s soccer practice. Yesterday, finally, was pretty low-key with nothing particular on the schedule, and I passed much of the day binge-watching The Affair.

I hadn’t heard of the show until it won the Golden Globe for best drama last week. It’s really good, but in a deeply unsettling way. Yesterday I was feeling strange and uneasy around Olof, almost secretive and guilty, and it wasn’t until late in the evening that I realized that it was this damned show that had burrowed into my psyche. Once I made that connection and reminded myself, Hey, it’s not MY marriage that’s fucked up, everything was fine. But wow, that’s some pretty powerful and insidious stuff. I’m three episodes away from the end, and I can’t finish soon enough, if only to get it out of my head space.