It’s the season of holidays finally being over (I don’t mean that in a negative way), it’s the season of political demonstrations and sometimes riots, it’s the season of tough times, the season of getting sick more times than I have since I started and finished college.
Everyone in the office seems to be getting sick, really sick, for the first time. I’ve already been sick three times and am not really hankering for a number four, but am well aware that it’s probably going to happen anyway.
It’s just past the middle point of my father’s last January 2009 week in Riga. It’ll be rough when he leaves Saturday (for him probably more because he has to leave Europe) — it’s always nice having a parent around again.
Other than that it’s been rainy, snowy, slushy, and kind of glum in Riga. I feel like I had something interesting or worth while to say, but it wasn’t apparently that important because I’ve forgotten in the span of five minutes.