Believe it or not, I woke this morning to the sound of a cockrel announcing that morning had broken (or at least was about to break). I looked at my phone, which read 05:48, and determined (for about half an hour) that I would go back to sleep. During that half hour (during which time the beloved cockrel never let up) I got to thinking that my parents would arrive in Malmö in a matter of hours. The excitement, coupled with the fact that there were things to be done in preparation, stole all hopes of returning to my slumber.