I have a disgusting, hacking cough at the moment, the kind that sounds disgusting and has worse consequences when I cough up something from my lungs. At least the revolting brown muck that emerged this morning has been replaced by pale, almost clear muck this evening – I guess I must be getting better.
I had a good day at the office, although part of that was random exercise – I had meetings in a different office in an adjacent shopping mall, and then meant sprinting through indistinguishable, white tiled corridors, past a stage on which random Thai women dressed in fashionable skirts were advertising Motoguzzi motorcycles, then almost hurdling a small child pulling a chicken-shaped balloon along the floor, a double circumnavigation of H&M, slingshotting myself past reasonably-priced clothes in search of an office reception, and then repeating the whole process in reverse to get back to the original office to give somebody an interview an hour later.
So I got my steps in, is what I’m trying to say.
This evening, after dinner and a phone call with New York, I went for a swim. The pool at the Westin in Bangkok is quite nice. It’s an odd shape, with a waterfall randomly placed at one end, but it must be about twenty metres in length, so I manaed to feel exercised after doing a few lengths. I haven’t recovered either from Monday morning or Monday night or my flight in last night though, so I took myself sluggish body back to bed after ten minutes of exercise. It’s all quiet on the Eastern Front – my wife reported on the kids mostly being good, with a short burst of vomiting into a car seat – but I suppose no news is good news. I’ll watch some terrible crap on Netflix now, and then fall asleep. Busy day tomorrow.