I like sleeping in. There’s something comforting to being able to turn around in bed once more, snuggle in your blankets and continue to snooze around for just a couple more minutes. Or a half hour. Or an hour. Or more.

The problem for me: sleeping in isn’t an option, lately. Every Saturday morning I have to chat at 8 am for the course I’m taking, and by Sunday (the only day I actually get to sleep in), my internal biological clock is fine tuned so well, that I’ll be up well before the “wake-up-hour” I’ve determined to be a sensible time. Oh, how I wish for that extra half hour, or hour or so.

It just dawned on me that I probably never shared with you about our experiences with physicals. Maybe that’s because last year we were lucky and didn’t have to go get the physicals. This year, however, that luck didn’t hold. So with a group of about 20 of my colleagues, we traveled into town for one purpose: the pleasure of experiencing physical examination as if being the object in an assembly line. ECG, eye sight testing, weight, blood pressure, blood testing, urine, ultrasound, and all these good things are all part of our physicals, though, sometimes, I wonder how relevant the information is.

Allow me to illustrate.

My first year of doing physicals, my weight was measured while I was fully dressed (for winter), wearing shoes, and carried a backpack with me. Yep. That’s the plain ole truth, though sad as it is, it doesn’t tell the truth about my actual weight. And it makes me wonder: Do they do it this way to support the “evidence” that all foreigners are “fat?” Whatever the case, over the years, I’ve learned not to care too much about the results of our physicals. They are just another little episode of life here that will be a source of amusement for years to come.

And they make wonderful stories on our blogs.

I have a living room and a bedroom (like most any other ordinary human being of my standing). Usually, I prefer to sit in my living room to work on/with my computer, go online (thanks to wi-fi I can do that), skype, watch movies, etc.

But recently I’ve made a discovery: Internet in my bedroom works way better than the internet in my living room. It might be, because the wireless router is in the bedroom. But no matter what the reasons for this, I guess my bedroom now will be honored with my presence a lot more than it has been in the past. At least over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been doing the trek of carrying my computer to the bedroom a lot more than I used to.