Thanks to everyone who voiced concern about my health (i.e. Alex), I'm feeling much better now, although the cough prevails. Apparently, I must've run a pretty high fever on Thursday, but never knew because I don't have a thermometer in Vienna. But when I came home to my parents' on Friday night, I still had slightly raised temperature, even though I'd been taking antipyretic stuff for two days. Wtf. Bodies are odd things.
I've been mostly reading and sleeping, and getting rather depressed and sick of the country.
Counter-measures are: coffee from the George-Clooney-machine, watching the ski-jumping (I'm getting a taste for it too. Apparently a disproportionately large percentage of ski-jumpers have amazing soa. But why are there no female ski jumpers?), starting a new phone-sock while watching the ski-jumping, and then going ice-skating on the lake.
The light was amazing, unfortunately the battery was too low for auto-focus.
I can do pirouettes. (Well.)