Exercise in the pouring rain

Maja's school is on the top of a very steep hill. I walk her there every morning. It takes c. 20 minutes with her and 15 when I'm alone. Which I tried out today, since when we got to school it turned otu that she was supposed to have brought a t-shirt (I sort of knew this, I just forgot) so I had to get back and get one. Down the steep, winding road and the long stairs and then up another small hill and home, get the t-shirt and then reverse. And then I finally I got to walk to the university. I'm rather sweaty now, especially since it's raining so there's a lot of moisture in the air.

Am I ill or not?

One of the problems with having a chronic disease which causes pain, tiredness and occasionally flu-like symptoms is that you often don't know if you're ill or not. Right now I have pain in my chest and most joints, which is due to arthritic inflammation, but I also am very cold and have a sinus headache and I can't tell if I'm ill, so that I can go home and rest or if it's just arthritis in which case I should first work and then go to my aqua aerobics. It feels a like the beginning of a flu, but then it quite often does :(

Friday: ritual, Saturday: rock'n'roll, Sunday: riot police (and football)

The weekend was rather busy. On Friday I finished an article and to celebrate I went to my friend and former high priestess for tea and cookies, and ended up having an improvised ritual which was really fantastic and not getting home until 1 am. Then on Saturday we did laundry and then Rickard and I went to a gig with one of Sweden's best and most legendary rock bands: Sator.

An old song:

(It's a not very good fan video, but the song is good)
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Sunday was spent out of doors. First Valeria and I went to a protest against an extreme right rally here in Gothenburg. And there really wasn't any rioting, I just wanted an "r" for Sunday too in the headline. Some of the protesters tried to stop the racists from marching by sitting down in front of the police, there was some egg throwing and the police used horses and dogs to clear the way for the racist march, but there wasn't any rioting. I know what a riot looks like. And I wouldn't bring my daughter to one. Oh, and some even more extreme right organization threw something that exploded with a very loud bang in to the anti-racist demonstration, but didn't harm anyone as far as I know.

After the police had blocked the whole anti-racist demonstration from entering the towns' center where the racist public meeting was to be held (it must be practical for the police with a moat that encloses the whole centre at times like this ;)) Valeria and I went home, changed clothes and the whole family went to the other side of the river to a football match. Of which I will say no more than that it was still sunny and it was fun to do something with the whole family. And that we lost with 3-1.

I now had new freckles and yesterday my forehead and nose were pink from the sun.