I'm now alone in the office listening to Bach and I'm not inclined to work. In fact, I was so tired I laid my head down and slept near the end of the day when my colleagues were leaving. When I arose, I was all by myself, as if everyone else had been magically whisked away. I wondered idly if it would have been possible to have slept all the way till tomorrow, and to be discovered by the cleaning auntie when she comes in. But then I got sensible and went to run in the office gym instead. I ran 8km, which was longer than I had run in a long while. I can't even recall the last time I ran 10km, and somehow that felt sad.