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Today, I learned that Fredagsmys is a Swedish tradition of cozying up for a comfortable Friday evening at home. I’m giving myself permission to do this.

Tonight, I’m spending time with my newish step-grandson, Mr. T. We’re making macaroni and cheese—from scratch, not the blue box. We’ll complement it with roasted butternut squash with butter and brown sugar. And we’ll have some cake for dessert.

After that, we’ll snuggle up with hot chocolate and a game of Mexican Train dominoes.

Before Mr. T leaves, I plan to drop some Gen Alpha phrases on him, like “the night before knee surgery.” The last time we got together, I called him a “rRizzler.” He laughed so hard.

“It’s hilarious to hear an old lady talk like that.”

Just the reaction I hoped for! I’m ready to show him I know how to mew.

I admit, I sometimes watch Mr. Lindsay just to see if he spills his coffee. I don’t know how he does it.

I just hope Wrestler#1 and his honey take their time on their date. I want as much time as possible for Fredagsmys with my honey and Mr. T.