My brother

Nothing particular has happened. I've been down to the shopping centre to buy ingredients so I can make dinner tonight, when my brother is coming over. Which, come to think of, will be the first time ever he does so. I like my brother well enough, it's just that we have different interests. Very different. Like, my idea of a great vacation is sitting with my laptop in the shade near the bar on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean while he likes to go off into the wilderness of norther Sweden for several weeks. And when I say wilderness I mean wilderness, folks. He once told me about when he'd been on such a trip with two friends and one of them became seriously ill. The other friend stayed behind to care for the ill guy and get him near a river, while my brother walked as fast as he could for three days (sleeping as little as possible and eating while moving) before he got to a place where he could call for help. Help which consisted of an airplane capable of landing on water (thus the importance of getting the sick guy near a river), since helicopters don't have that sort of range.

I get out of bed as late as I can get away with. My brother gets up at 3 AM so he can get some fishing in before he has to go to work. I've got a few thousand books, he has a handful. I think.