I got up early and went to the office to catch up on emails.
I had to go home during my lunch break because they were fixing the air conditioning. It was working, but the switch was turned off. I had checked all the switches except the one that was hidden. I apologized to my landlord.
I returned to the office and brought coffee to my coworkers. While ordering, I thought about how not everyone remembers how others like their coffee. For example, one of them loves half oat milk and half regular milk.
I had a book club meeting today with some colleagues from the office. The book hadn't thrilled us, but I was fascinated by the writing style—so simple and fast—and I read aloud a phrase I loved. I took a picture of the one my colleagues liked the most. We drank sparkling water.
I went back home, changed, and went for a run. My watch had no battery, and my running app had logged me out, so I ran without tracking it. In the end, I knew where I hit each kilometer. I hadn’t run in two weeks, but it felt like ages.
I had a call, and a colleague told me I looked like a film director. I liked the compliment about my glasses.
While running, a raindrop fell on me. I would have loved it if it had poured.
A conversation
I had a conversation with someone today. She told me that she was happy. I was glad for her. But I asked her to elaborate. She said it was because her daughter had returned yesterday. “She was away for a year, living with my mom in Morocco.” I didn’t ask deep questions, just asked where she was returning from, from which city, and how old she was. “Tangier, and she is 4 years old. I was glad she remembered me.” I asked if she had cried, though I was moved, and perhaps I was the one who wanted to cry - I remained silent. “I cried a lot, I’m happy.” When she left I made a call to say thank you.