I was so out of it by the time I got back home from my run, ten miles is feeling like a lot these days, and I didn’t start until 11am which meant pretty much missing a meal and a half. I showered and then got into bed and waited for K. to finish her Skype meeting, I thought she was in the kitchen. It turned out she’d been at her desk the whole time but it was a convenient excuse to keep myself pinned to the bed for half an hour, a good position from which to beg her to make me a salad for lunch. Which she did, and then I ate it, and eating food perked me right back. I’m a desert plant.