I hate being sick

My head feels like it's full of something icky and my nose is running. I also feel like I have a temperature. And still I have to go to work to have a talk with my mentor and work on the dissertation. Then I have to take the train 80 km to celebrate Imbolc and then back again. While I think I can both get some work done and do a reasonably good job in the ritual (I won't know it all by heart though) I really, really don't feel like travelling anywhere.

Today is Rickard's birthday BTW. I got up when he did, just past six and gave him his present, this sweater. I think he liked it (it's the name of our football team).