It’s that time of the year again. The time for the dreaded physical exam which we have to endure every year that we want to stay in the country. Well, granted: things have gotten a lot better compared to the first time we had to get them – being herded in crowds along corridors through which you had to carry your urine samples up to the next floor etc. Yep. You may get the point why we all cringe at the first sign of the next physicals approaching. So, finding this email in my inbox the other day did not quite cause me to flip with excitement at the prospect of yet another opportunity to be poked and stripped and all those other dreadful things. But as always with such things: better to get it over with, sooner rather than later!

I had to go on a quest again. In search of my bicycle. Well, what had happened was that I’d received an email the other day requesting us to go and move our bikes from the place we’re currently allowed to store them. Of course, it took me a couple of days until I actually got to take care of that, and when I finally managed to go deal with the matter, I discovered that my bike wasn’t where I’d last put it anymore. Fortunately, I knew where to go look first, and there it was … … my poor bicycle, squeezed in among all the other faculty transportation devices, and almost impossible to get to. (Note the bike with the little red bell. That’s the one!) But for the time being, I know it’s at least save where it is, and I won’t have to worry about going on another quest anytime soon!