From Sweden

I still haven't figured out how to navigate the Swedish keyboard yet, with all their curious little dots and circles on top of letters and misguided conceptions of what the only valid world currency is (kidding, of course). I had a fever of 103.6 this morning, which dropped to 101.8 after 600 mg of ibuprofin, and fell to a mind-boggling 100.4 after a cold bath and some tylenol. Something about the European air, while much smokier than the air I'm used to, makes me feel not-particularly-terrible. My dad and I are in the process of writing a talk from scratch which is being delivered in an hour and a half. I lost a lot of work time over the weekend, but hopefully I'll have more practice time than that.
Adieu,
Michael