Sweden isn’t really known to be the hottest place on the planet, and even though you dress up and feel as fat as a male elephant seal and as agile as a toddler on ice – you are still cold. I blame the winds. They tend to slap you harder than anything around here.
So to keep myself warm, that is except from dressing up like a meatball, I do things that keep my mind from the cold. Earlier this week, I helped an old man find his friend. Apparently, his friend didn’t return his calls. So the friend got worried, and decided to go visit. But since the neighborhood I live in seem like more of a prison than a apartment complex, the old man had a hard time finding his way to his friend. And no one helped him. So I ask what was wrong and I helped.
I also tend to read a lot, but I get very distracted whenever the sun is shining. Here, when the sun shines, it is usually a sign of a very very cold day. At least during winter. During the summer, you could evaporate all the extra fat that’s been buckled up after all the holidays. So, I just tend to do things instead of whining about the cold. Just do it, right?
Also, the lecture today went great. I got a really good response from my course mates and supervisors, both on the written part (although it was in Swedish!) and on the presentation. In my personal opinion, I was a little bit too nervous. I even forgot parts of my script. Still a good lecture. I’d do it again. But then, preferably in English.
Gotta sleep now, must prepare myself for the most boring voice in the history of biology.
//c_Cae; when it gets too cold, make sure your heart is warmer…