This morning, still feeling tired, I forced myself to go for a run; one that turned out to be quite tough. I then made life harder for myself by going to work in shorts – after all, I do live in a tropical country.
But I work in an air-conditioned office, and it feels like it’s calibrated not by anything as obvious as a thermostat, but by an equation relating to the heat generated by several hundred people being in the office at once. Since there were less than ten people on my floor today, I think that explains why it was freezing cold and my body was constricted, shivering to try to keep me warm.
Or I ate too many crisps, and that’s why I felt rough when I got home this afternoon.
We took the children to our local bookstore, where I bought the latest Bond novel, Trigger Mortis. I feel I haven’t read enough books this year (16, according to the purchases on my Kindle, plus two paperback sports training manuals.) I’ve watched a lot of TV series this year, which are easier to share with my wife than sitting silently together, but somehow less satisfying. So perhaps this is the start of something new.
The kids were again hard to put to bed tonight. They were both wearing matching gingerbread man outfits, which made the two hour long bedtime more tolerable, but still… It’s not like we’re feeding them coffee before bedtime, so why are they acting so crazy?
And then I spent an hour reading cartoons on the internet, before going to my book. Focus, focus…