I took a day off today, exhausted by the humdrum and pressure from the daily work routine and in bad need of a break from my cumbersome and at times embarrassing colleague...
I did nothing much special: woke up at a reasonably convenient hour, worked a little from home: emails and some phone calls, met a member of the highbrow milanese élite: had a talk and a cappucino in a unmentionable bookstore café, had a walk, went to my Egyptian barber's for a haircut and a chat, came home and had a long wished for Skype sitting with my Dutch friend.
It's been a normal day, so why do I have this feeling there was something so memorable about it?
(c) F.S.C.
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