I was feeling blue today, something to do with not getting enough sleep, or realising how much we pay for our daughter’s education as a percentage of my total salary, or because the weather isn’t great, or just because it’s Tuesday. I don’t know. So this evening, after taking an hour to put Destroyer to bed, I went out for a run.
I ran from our apartment block, down the road, through a building site where once there was just some pavement, over a highway, down a darkened path to some traffic lights, up to the top of Mount Faber, down the stairs back to the traffic lights, back up the darkened path, over the bridge, detoured to run past the karaoke bars or knocking shops (who can tell them apart?) that face the Singapore General Hospital, and home
I didn’t take my phone with me, or a book to read, or any entertainment apart from occasionally peeking at my watch to check I wasn’t trying too hard. I got home in a beatific state of calm, stress left out on the road somewhere, kind of wishing I could eat a burger but knowing that would be the wrong choice at 10pm.
So instead I read a chapter of my friend’s first draft of a novel, dipped into Lovecraft Country, and waited for La Serpiente to wake up and demand her bedtime cuddle. Perhaps I’ll sleep properly and wake up promptly tomorrow, and be less infected with lassitude tomorrow. And on and on.