The Cold Strikes Hard

The Ox is sick again, folks. Repeated exposure to rain has again gotten the better of me, with fevers running up and down. And tomorrow, horror upon horrors, instead of comfortably resting and sleeping it off, I'll be sitting in the main hall of the uni, sweltering along with my colleagues. It's convocation day, and as usual, they decided to be smart about it and have it on a Sunday. There goes my down time. The dean has decreed that faculty members are to assemble at 12.30 pm, with the ceremonies concluding around 5-6 pm.

Joyful joyful, indeed.

I just hope I have enough strength, and that my nose doesn't leak.

Good night, friends.