Sleepyheaded

Monday is the one day I get off on the Brain Training running plan, so instead of springing out of bed at six a.m., I slumbered until seven thirty, then struggled to get up and out of the house. All that sleep didn't make me feel wonderfully energetic today; I was sluggish and lacking drive for much of the day. That was perfect for some things (deleting emails) and not so great for others (wrestling with Powerpoint, that much-detested presentation software, the enemy of nuance, detail, and, paradoxically enough, getting a message across simply).

Short, Singapore

I walked to work today.

FItted up

This evening we went to the Yuen Brothers' tailor shop in Central, a tiny shop in a strange passageway, where the other shops are a philatelist's, a wedding photographer and a Seven-Eleven. It's been several weeks since they measured me for my suit/mocked the deformity of my body but when I went in, the suit wasn't even finished - the jacket was missing an arm and there was no button on the fly.

Pyjamas

On Monday I shambled to work wearing gray Calvin Klein trousers and a gray Quiksilver shirt, and only realised late in the afternoon that I looked like I was wearing pyjamas. I might have felt all day like I had just got out of bed, but I hadn't realised that I looked like I had just got out of bed too.